The other day I was in Newark, on my way to Chicago to catch a connecting flight home. I was flying Southwest and my group had lined up. Someone in the line struck up a conversation about TSA of which there are always an opinion or two, good or bad. The TSA agents were going to conduct an impromptu screening of passengers as they boarded the flight. I have been through this many times before and I even question their effectiveness. But it's supposed to be a good thing, so I tend to take brief inconveniences like this in stride and then go along about my business. So when the announcement was made, a few us of sighed, groaned and complained softly under our breaths but accepted it as the cost of traveling in today's crazy world. But one passenger, standing behind me, loudly proclaimed, "A waste of time!" I turned around and found that the complaint came from James "Jimmie" Walker.
My job keeps me on the road. I enjoy what I do - selling - and can't think of anything I would like to do more, except maybe writing. But that's pretty much a "pie in the sky" notion, so I stick to selling full-time. I also like to travel - when it's relaxing. But with what I do, travel is seldom relaxing.
I took this photograph outside of Berlin, Ohio which boasts the largest Amish Community in the world and when I saw the buggy coming towards me, I was reminded of the recent electrical black-out that much of Ohio experienced a few weeks ago as a result of a violent, unexpected storm. The storm happened during the hottest week in the year and for days many Ohioans, including I, were out of power. It was absolutely miserable and I admit, I was one of those people dialing AEP to find out when the power would be restored. But when I passed this gentlemen and his buggy a question went through my head that made me laugh - "How many Amish complained to AEP about their power being out." And of course, the answer is none.
That old damned house was built in 1967, by one man's vision and bartering. If he didn't know how to do it, he bartered. He understood masonry, carpentry, plumbing, and roofing, but he wasn't an expert. He was though, an expert electrician. So he bartered. And that bartering built this house for him and his wife, Theresa. I was just ten when I met him. I helped old man Prince put in the furnace. I didn't know what I was doing, I just did what I was told. I guess he thought I was a hard worker because after we installed his furnace, he hired me as his official lawn boy. And during the summer months of 1967, I watched him finish that old damned house.