Monday, June 24, 2019

Learn The Hard Ward Way

I'm learning more things, but the hard way.

Life in a motel built during the New Deal era is different in that you don't know whether or not your assignments reach your professor's computer.

This poor place doesn't have the adequate power required to do it, but I wouldn't make the suggestion of tearing it down because who the hell am I to make that suggestion?  I think of all of the thousands of people and families who have stayed here before I came along, and I just figure said suggestion to be seven degrees of wrong.

I don't believe in tearing down old buildings.  I believe in learning from the dead, as this is an example of what they had to make things work every day.

The dead can still teach you how to live-but only if you let them.

They left clues for us to follow, and they expected intellect to carry on with the next century; how we have failed them!

We became lazy.
We became prejudiced in terms of learning ability.
And American society is paying the price as the rest of the world catches up.

Hey, man.  Don't look at me.  You booted me out-remember?

I guess you have to learn the hard way.