Today in the news I heard about another recycling program forced on the citizens. In the 80's I toured a manufacturing plant that was making large recycling equipment for communities. These machines would by installed in garbage receiving facilities and the trucks would dump their loads and it would move through these machines and separate the various pieces of garbage in high speed volumes. The separations were automatic with paid workers operating the various product flows.
Today we force citizens to recycle and hire workers to come around and pick up small boxes of stuff and deliver them to various sites for reuse when the bigger equipment would do the same at less cost to the citizens.
The possibility of being forced to pay a carbon tax is now possible with curbside pickups. The biggest problem is costs to the citizens when these very labor intensive pickups are used instead of the more operationally efficient equipment and systems.
Monday, August 3, 2009
The Overcoat
The book contains family history of survival , faith, strength of character against some very strong odds. The WW1 veterans are now almost all gone and we have very little new stuff being written and I hope my two books can help keeping these era hero's alive. The first book is a historical fiction mystery novel about a Minnesota veteran and his family through years after the war. The second book now in publishing is a biography of WW1 trench warfare from a runners journals. www.loveforbookwriting.com
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Fun To Go Home For A Visit
Fantastic August Sunday
I traveled from Moorhead, Minnesota to Hoffman , Minnesota for a chance to visit my only first cousin Loren currently from Dallas area visiting in the Hoffman area were he grew up. I left early to be able to attend church services in Hoffman also a small town close to were I grew up. As I approached the church a beautiful structure in the small town of Hoffman I was amazed of the size of the parking lot as big as the church I attend in Moorhead a city nearly 40x bigger.
I drove in at least 40 minutes early so parked towards the back and watched as car after car started coming in early. I also noted the quiet neighborhood while driving in. The corn fields with six foot high corn surrounding two sides of the parking lot. The sun was now shinning brightly making the scene so familiar to the years I spent growing up only 10 miles to the south. The church I attended was situated out in the country with trees, corn fields, and farms for miles.
The clock showed 25 minutes before service and I couldn't wait any longer as the parking lot was nearly full. My friend Phillip and his wife Sandy had arrived and I wanted to say hi before service. They both were classmates of mine during grade school. Phillip was a soldier in the Vietnam war and survived only to contract MS and is now in a wheel chair. We were also neighbors on the farm.
Loren arrived and we went in to sit down. It didn't take long to see many other friends were there too. After the services they have coffee and cookies for which give me time to visit with a lot of old friends. The church was nearly full and for the summer season I thought that was amazing which my friends told me that at times they need the overflow room.
I was so good to see the strong faith and character of the rural people confirming my belief that the country we live in had great people. Hoffman was also the first school system my wife Phyllis taught in and some of r her friends recognised me and we got a chance to visit too. Phyllis passed away 1976 from a boating accident in the Minnesota Boundary area leaving me with two young sons. She was a favorite teacher in Hoffman and it was good for me to see her memory hasn't been forgotten.
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I traveled from Moorhead, Minnesota to Hoffman , Minnesota for a chance to visit my only first cousin Loren currently from Dallas area visiting in the Hoffman area were he grew up. I left early to be able to attend church services in Hoffman also a small town close to were I grew up. As I approached the church a beautiful structure in the small town of Hoffman I was amazed of the size of the parking lot as big as the church I attend in Moorhead a city nearly 40x bigger.
I drove in at least 40 minutes early so parked towards the back and watched as car after car started coming in early. I also noted the quiet neighborhood while driving in. The corn fields with six foot high corn surrounding two sides of the parking lot. The sun was now shinning brightly making the scene so familiar to the years I spent growing up only 10 miles to the south. The church I attended was situated out in the country with trees, corn fields, and farms for miles.
The clock showed 25 minutes before service and I couldn't wait any longer as the parking lot was nearly full. My friend Phillip and his wife Sandy had arrived and I wanted to say hi before service. They both were classmates of mine during grade school. Phillip was a soldier in the Vietnam war and survived only to contract MS and is now in a wheel chair. We were also neighbors on the farm.
Loren arrived and we went in to sit down. It didn't take long to see many other friends were there too. After the services they have coffee and cookies for which give me time to visit with a lot of old friends. The church was nearly full and for the summer season I thought that was amazing which my friends told me that at times they need the overflow room.
I was so good to see the strong faith and character of the rural people confirming my belief that the country we live in had great people. Hoffman was also the first school system my wife Phyllis taught in and some of r her friends recognised me and we got a chance to visit too. Phyllis passed away 1976 from a boating accident in the Minnesota Boundary area leaving me with two young sons. She was a favorite teacher in Hoffman and it was good for me to see her memory hasn't been forgotten.
www.loveforbookwriting.com and www.myovercoat.com and Boomertweet on Twitter
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