[Loch-Ruadh] OT: How we were drugged

[Chris Harper]

Very good.  The story of my life, including the kitchen sink. :)

Bicé


At 12:58 PM 11/30/2006 -0600, you wrote:

>     The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a 
> Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining 
> county and he asked me a rhetorical question.
>         "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"
>         I replied, I had a drug problem when I was young:
>         I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for 
> weddings and funerals.
>         I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the 
> weather.
>         I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.
>         I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told 
> a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke 
> ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best 
> effort in everything that was asked of me.
>         I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with 
> soap if uttered a profanity.
>         I was drug out to pull weeds in moms garden and flower beds and 
> cockleburs out of dad's fields.
>         I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help 
> out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the 
> clothesline, or chop some firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that 
> I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me 
> back to the woodshed.
>         Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in 
> everything I do, say, or think.  They are stronger than cocaine, crack, 
> or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, The 
> world would be a better place.
>         God bless the parents who drugged us!