And Like A Good Neighbor… State Farm is There!
Grapes of my WRATH
Justice is A-Comin’
A Beautiful Day in My Neighborhood
I am gonna attempt to re-count this as accurately and as honestly, as it is a TRUTH Story.
So there I was, my butt firmly ensconced and welded to my cheap beach chair, happily listening to Merle:
BTW, Ask me About Merle–He Did Some Hard-Time in San Quentin
Ronnie Pardoned Him
Bacck in some day.. I wr’ke for a man, Joe Whitley–
Screw’d his Daughter too
He looked and acted exactly Like Merle Haggard.
I loved him.
I did NOT Love His Daughter,
Although I do now, Brown Cow!
There came a knock upon my door.
I yelled, OK, didn’t yell. I said, “Hang on; I’m a-comin’”
Got the door open and was greeted by the visage of a BBM—Big-Black-Man.
I was born’d, rear’d & raised to be a racist asshole, so natch, my first thought was “Now where did I put my Glock Nine?”
(I continue to ‘Work That Problem, but old rearin’s die hard, slow painful deaths)
Another aside: I was Raised in Ladonia, Texas by a wonderful old black lady, Her name was ‘Jenella’–I loved her
Until I was told I Shouldn’t–Couldn’t–NOT OUR Way!
Turns out I didn’t need it–The Glock
Standing in my doorway was a pleasant-faced big-black-man.
“Hi” he said. “My name’s Walter. I am your neighbor,”
I stepped out onto my ‘porch’ and said,
“Hiyas Walter, my name is ‘Lance’ and I am also apparently your neighbor. What’s up?”
“Uh…” He hesitated, “Could you please turn down the volume on your music—I can hear it through my wall,”
“What? You not a Merle Haggard fan?”
“Uh… Yeah, I am, but not right now; not today; too early.”
I laughed and extended my hand.
He took it and shook it.
“Walter,” I said, “I will certainly do as you ask. Not often do tenants in this town have the decency nor courage, to simply take the matter of the problem to the source. I admire that in a man, and I apologize for my too loud Merle. Nice to know brave, decent folk live in my ‘Hood’—That’s a joke, by the way.”
“Thanks and I get the joke.” he said. And walked back to his Mouse-House,
I retired back to mine and went searchin’ for my headphones…
“This Ol’ Mare I’m Ridin’–She Gettin’ Kinda Tired.”
No Shit Sherlock.
This is HOW it is Supposed to BE:
Decent people, doing decent things. Respecting– No “Callin’ Up The Management!
Respect Fellow Humans.
That is ALL it Takes
Simple as That.
That Thing Called Respect
Cred: Sunny Shin
A short film on respect
That is ALL it Ever Takes.
Why have most lost this basic knowledge?
I now know I have at least one decent neighbor who has earned my Respect.
I hope to earn his.
P.S. Those of Y’all Who are Astute
May Have Noticed
That I Always (Well Mostly…)
Credit Those of Whom I ‘Steal’ Content.
This is just my Way.
Good People – Jack Johnson