The Way It Is - The Post Office
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The Post Office -
Says they will hold your general delivery mail for thirty days. Another post office says they will hold it for three days. That is said with a bland blank bright, "We hold it for 3 days, that's all, you just have to keep checking. We're allowed to choose how long we hold it. Each post office can do it its own way." It is insulting to the thinking man. After a post office said they held general delivery mail for thirty days, I left town and came back in three weeks and was 1) told to come back the next day because the "general delivery" employee was not there that day of the week. And 2) I returned yet again for this very important letter and the "general delivery" employee said I had no mail AND that I was to be reproved because I should have come back earlier, "Oh, I don't know, you should check every few days."
The Post Office charges for post office boxes. It was $40 a year and went to $200 as they could hurt us more. For a post office box, they don't have to drive anywhere, they can walk to the box and drop it in. The Post Office has mailmen (yes, that is gender non-specific) who walk the downtown streets and for those places, they walk the sidewalk, they walk up the drive, they go through the gate and up the sidewalk to the door, they climb the two steps to the porch, they put the mail into the box on the wall by the door. I'm surprised they don't bring refreshments. For those out from town in many many areas, we have to drive two miles or eight miles, for example, to the collection of post office boxes on the bigger road. What if we had free post office boxes in the post office, and we stopped the excessive door-to-door service. "But what can we do? We have to deliver the mail," they say (with a whine and a sniff that I don't know what I'm talking about).
What we need is American Ingenuity. For suburbia, the Post Office Insisted and demanded that I do this or that for the mail delivery. Such as the mail box had to be so many inches high and have a certain degree of reachability. So they are clearly able to be insistent. What they can do is insist persons in towns no longer get the several part step of the door to door delivery but they can either have 1) mailboxes on their fence, or 2) locked mailboxes on the corner for every block. I recommend the mailbox on the fence or yard edge. And I like the idea I've seen of mail boxes with the back half a hole and the mailman pushes it through and the mail drops through the hole into a 50 gallon drum, for example, and the homeowner opens the locked door of the 50-gallon-drum. My grandparents, clever and resourceful as they were, put a flag on their mailbox attached to a rope with a knot in the end. The knot was fitted into the door of the mailbox and when the postman opened it, the rope was freed and the flag fell down and they could see from the house that the mailman had been there. When houses are three feet from the road, for example, we could have a slanting chute that the mailman pushes the mail into and it falls down into the house. We could have people who invent other options such as a conveyor belt that does the same thing. Or you can... put on your jogging shoes and jog to the mailbox 25 feet away. It's exercise. (!)
So to reiterate that in case the Post Office is actually listening:
Instead of the Postman-
If you are the Post Office, please see "The postman knocks again" page to see this explained.
We would save three postmen per post office. That is $120,000 per year. Per person (remember pensions and health care investment to pay for future cancer treatment and long term care treatment - it comes out usually to us paying $89 an hour and that goes UP for the FBI hiding in their desks.)
And, before I leave this topic, we (you and I) paid for FIVE stations at most post offices. I have NEVER but once, for ten minutes, seen five persons at the counter stations. They have two persons there usually. If the line is backed up to the door, and it's lunchtime, they have ONE person working and the rest are "on break." If it's past four p.m. and the line is out the door because people are trying to go home and stop at the post office on the way, the Post Office has ONE person or TWO at most and everybody, at FOUR THIRTY(?) is on break. For how long? It doesn't matter. They are NOT on time coming back to the counter. If you are eight persons back and ask if they can open up another station, they say "sorry-they-are-on-break" or "can't afford the staffing, folks, ask your congressman for more funding" and at my post office, the one lady KNOWS they are irritating and she says rotely, "I'msosorryforthewaitHowcanIhelpyou?"
What if that was ........ done differently? What if they had the guys in back come assist for ten minutes? What if the post offices started the work day earlier and had the lunch and breaktimes at times that are (surprise) NOT at the lunch and RUSH hour of the majority of folks. That is approximately 11 to 1:30 and 4:00 to closing. What if they did NOT have 14 questions potential for every package? What if we stopped paying 47 cents for a "forever" stamp that they raised every few months because SOMEBODY in Congress is believing them. It is CONTRARY to their agreement with us. And we pay for the cost of the junk mail. They let junk mail senders fill your mailbox for only five cents for postage while you are obliged to pay 47 cents per letter. Your 47 cents is making up the difference. There is a reason that Fed Ex and UPS got a foothold and we have found that we will not die if we don't get the pink sweater in one day. Frenzy is not class.
IF that is the way it is, what can we do? We can -
Stop junk mail price breaks.
Lower the price of the regular stamp.
Not need so many postmen if they don't have to have tea with every customer.
"There are 31,324 Postal Service-managed retail Post Offices in the United States." (from facts.usps.com)
So if we have saved 3 postmen per Post Office, that is 93,000 postmen. 93000 × $89 per hour = 8,277,000 per hour X 7.5 hours x 21 days a month x 12 months is $15,643,530,000. I just saved 15 billion.
Now, Mr. Postman, Oh yes, wait a minute, Mr. Postman,
There must be some word today
From my boyfriend so far away
Please Mr. Postman look and see
If there's a letter a letter for me (Thank you to the Carpenters!)
So two questions:
1) Can we learn to write letters?
2) Will we survive if we lose government workers who have to support their own lives, doon cha see?
Answer to 2) Yes. We have to look at the big picture. And the rest of us should and SHALL not starve as we give up our houses to pay your wages.
This is the deal. The government has raised taxes till we are starved into despair. This is wrong. Let give an example. If you are self-employed, the general claim is that you pay 15% for self-employment tax. Two comments: WHO decides what a small business is? It is not defined. If a business has 7000 employees, is that small business? What if it is doing a con job? Does anybody look to see? What if a business has 70 employees, is that a small business? When you put the numbers in, the worksheet fiddles and faddles around until it has stretched the 15% to 15.4% or so. What difference does it make? As it is the extra 15% makes you lose all your profits. What about the Bed Tax in many cities? In Anchorage, the bed tax used to apply only to places that had three or more rooms to rent but they changed it to include places that had ONE room, such as a vacation rental. 1) They didn't need the convention center that they built using the monies they grabbed from the lodging owners, 2) They don't collect it from the Sheraton, the Marriott, the Hilton, or the Holiday Inn, but they DO collect it from the persons desparate to stay financially alive, and 3) in my area, they hired TWO persons to COLLECT the tax (what the 'ell?) Paying them wages+pension+healthIns+more to be snotty. 4) I went in to pay the bed tax for my lodging. They said I had the wrong amount on the worksheet. I relooked at it and said truly that I did not. They said I did too and I had to pay several dollars more. I said their math was wrong. They looked at me as ugly as 'itches and said, "If you don't pay it, we will kill your business." 'hit heads. Let me do the math for you, you people who passed fifth grade math. If I made $100, I had to collect $112 for the 12% tax. THIS IS OFF THE GROSS, mind you. Then I had to pay them $12 for each $100 I'd made. (I had NOT made that much, I was still stinking poor.) They did the math and said I had to pay 12% on the $112 that I had written down. I said, No, it is on the $100 and the $12 more is what I collected, per your instructions, to pay you. (I did NOT say, "For your stinking fucking vacation.")
So
$100
+12% is what I had collected. For a total of $112.
They said to pay
$112
+12% for a total of $13.44.
This counts up over a year. It is not just a dollar forty-four, it is multiplied and even if it wasn't, it was wrong. The same amount of the U.S. Budget, which YOU pay, is $39,792,000,000.
And their demand that it was paid on the gross, not the net, meant that I was paying taxes on nothing. I had to pay for the credit card machine, the house, the insurance, the food for the guests (I provided breakfast groceries), the toilet paper, the new towels (that they dyed their hair with), the new bedding, the stationary and little Alaskana gifts I put into the drawer for them to use, the gas, the advertising cost of $550 to VRBO, the brochures, and we won't even count here the costs of the Texax 'itch who beat me down in price for over an hour total, WASTING my time, and said she was a CHRISTIAN so she was GOOD FOR IT since she wanted to pay in cash when she arrived (when for everyone else, they paid in advance with a check in the mail or a credit card transaction so I was paid for the first night at least) but boy, she assured me she was GOOD FOR IT because she was a 'ucking 'hristian and she was SO good that she published a small newspaper in Texas and her daughter and spouse was flying in from Tennessee so they should get a deeeeeep discount because they were staying a week. I turned down other guests because the four of them would be there. She called the day before and wanted to have only four days. And I said that I'd turned people down for her and her daughter and the spouses to stay there, and she had told me she was good for it and no, she couldn't come and pay less, she could stay for only four days if she wanted but she had to pay for the time she had argued for. She had argued partly by saying they were VERY moral people and VERY nice and wouldn't break things and she was going to be there for a WEEK so to give her a big discount. So I did - because I was hungry and Uncle Sam didn't love me so I was starving already, so that's why she got the discount. But now, the day before their arrival, she wanted the same price per day but for only four days. I said no. I said no. I said no and she was from TEXAS and NOBODY treated her that way. She slammed the phone down on me, leaving me shaky and saying that Texas was clearly the source for BIG 'itches and I didn't like the cheating heart-breaking hearts. Now, if you're from Texas, I'm sure you're nice, UNless you are the women from my small women's group who were from Texas and they were from Texas no matter how many years they'd spent in Alaska, Alaska was merely the make-money spot for their husbands so they paraded their gold rings and Nordstrom's clothing in the Alaska Petroleum Wives Club which made money on a huge con and I... I don't respect them. No. It is sad. Isn't it? But just in case you think that Republican equals Texas equals money equals That-IS-YOU!, I'll demurely mention that those two women wanted to go shopping for clothes.... so they flew from ANCHORAGE, ALASKA, to HOUSTON. For clothes. Apparently Houston is somewhere down there. But I don't give a t'am. And they DID say to my wide-eyed bored ears that the Nordstroms in Houston was good and the one in Anchorage got all the leftover clothing from the rest of the country and was seriously maybe ("two years?" "Likely.") behind in style. But what would I know? I'm just a girl who did NOT go to Texas A&M to find a ..... fuck. SOMEbody I know said to herself, "Huh, I'm making only nine thousand a year" (MUST have been part-time and she did NOT want to work full-time) so if I go back to school for a year and this time I am SERIOUSLY looking, then ... then.... ah, yes. There he is. My paycheck, my leisure robe at ten a.m., my Alaska-Petroleum-Wives-Club-MEMBERSHIP card, Boy, oh, boy, I LOVE that wallet size. He will.... do." Men, don't let your girls grow up to be... cowboys. Don't marry them. Marriage shis SHOPOSED to be fer luv.
But, I DO know that not everybody rejects Nordstoms, why, just the other day, I was talking with my very devout friend (Kwestion) and she gets all the time something new at Nordstroms. And, she gets it for free! She gave me a box of something, I forget, dishes or canisters, and she said she didn't need it so I could have it but no, she hadn't stolen it. It had never been opened and she hinted about OTHER things that she had acquired by..(this is my conclusion) taking in a receipt and saying she had forgotten the item, or something like that. (I ask, HOW OFTEN does a store believe that?) It was rather mysterious because THAT acquisition was too big to put under her shirt. Brazen, she said, Brazen. Yes, dear, SOMEBODY hears it and I'm going to get HIS vote. But she has NOT lived in Texas so I'm not sure what the deal is. Speaking of Texas, and forgetting the post office in my excitement, which I''m sure they are grateful for, I was on a train ride around the country. That was an adventure and if they fixed the tracks, I'd do it again. (The train started to sway as the rails weren't even in some places and I was growing seasick. Boats are not my thing.) But the August temperatures were not as hot as the July temperatures had been but it was toasting hot outside. Touching the window inside of the train car was hot due to the outside temperatures. The train was air-conditioned but when it stopped for the two minute stops, I occasionally went to stand near the door and when it opened, the heat hit like an oven door opening. But what bothered me was the cows. There were herds of cows with NO shade, and no container for water to be seen. Or a minor water container. No hose to automatically replenish it (like my grandparents had on their perfectly good well-planned farm). They stood there with the 110 degree heat on their backs. In one enclosure, they were so crowded that they had no room to lie down. So they stood, packed four inches from the next cow. What is wrong with this picture? I'll tell you. It is mean. Cruel. And... I am fine with taking the privilege of raising cows from Texas and moving the privilege north. Such as to Colorado and Wyoming. And ... Alaska. Why? Because Alaska is pretty and it is not too cold if you keep the cows in a heated building in the winter. I volunteer the railroad building because it has a lot of room. We could have cows there in winter and have them roam Elmendorf Air Force Base in the summer. Instead of paying for the expensive lawn mower sixteen feet wide. The railroad building is big and it has lower places five feet deep, which adds geographical interest for a cow. We build ramps down and up in the lower places and let them be the happy cows. There are seven buildings if we include the Holland American building which sounds fine to them, I'm maybe shhh, but hey, with the fact that some of the buildings are two story, including the old power plant, all we have to do is build a SECOND floor walkway over the railroad tracks for the cows and they can go from building to building. They can go Roundabout for the fun of looking at us. And we should use the old power plant building for a shelter so the homeless wretches like me have somebody intelligent to talk to. "Moo?" "Moo." Ah, assurance.
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Says they will hold your general delivery mail for thirty days. Another post office says they will hold it for three days. That is said with a bland blank bright, "We hold it for 3 days, that's all, you just have to keep checking. We're allowed to choose how long we hold it. Each post office can do it its own way." It is insulting to the thinking man. After a post office said they held general delivery mail for thirty days, I left town and came back in three weeks and was 1) told to come back the next day because the "general delivery" employee was not there that day of the week. And 2) I returned yet again for this very important letter and the "general delivery" employee said I had no mail AND that I was to be reproved because I should have come back earlier, "Oh, I don't know, you should check every few days."
The Post Office charges for post office boxes. It was $40 a year and went to $200 as they could hurt us more. For a post office box, they don't have to drive anywhere, they can walk to the box and drop it in. The Post Office has mailmen (yes, that is gender non-specific) who walk the downtown streets and for those places, they walk the sidewalk, they walk up the drive, they go through the gate and up the sidewalk to the door, they climb the two steps to the porch, they put the mail into the box on the wall by the door. I'm surprised they don't bring refreshments. For those out from town in many many areas, we have to drive two miles or eight miles, for example, to the collection of post office boxes on the bigger road. What if we had free post office boxes in the post office, and we stopped the excessive door-to-door service. "But what can we do? We have to deliver the mail," they say (with a whine and a sniff that I don't know what I'm talking about).
What we need is American Ingenuity. For suburbia, the Post Office Insisted and demanded that I do this or that for the mail delivery. Such as the mail box had to be so many inches high and have a certain degree of reachability. So they are clearly able to be insistent. What they can do is insist persons in towns no longer get the several part step of the door to door delivery but they can either have 1) mailboxes on their fence, or 2) locked mailboxes on the corner for every block. I recommend the mailbox on the fence or yard edge. And I like the idea I've seen of mail boxes with the back half a hole and the mailman pushes it through and the mail drops through the hole into a 50 gallon drum, for example, and the homeowner opens the locked door of the 50-gallon-drum. My grandparents, clever and resourceful as they were, put a flag on their mailbox attached to a rope with a knot in the end. The knot was fitted into the door of the mailbox and when the postman opened it, the rope was freed and the flag fell down and they could see from the house that the mailman had been there. When houses are three feet from the road, for example, we could have a slanting chute that the mailman pushes the mail into and it falls down into the house. We could have people who invent other options such as a conveyor belt that does the same thing. Or you can... put on your jogging shoes and jog to the mailbox 25 feet away. It's exercise. (!)
So to reiterate that in case the Post Office is actually listening:
Instead of the Postman-
- walking the sidewalk
- walking up the drive
- going through the gate
- ...did I mention the dog? Nice doggie. (I-hope-darn-you) And
- going up the sidewalk to the door
- climbing the two steps to the porch
- crossing the porch
- putting the mail into the box on the wall by the door, and
- picking up the mail they have attached by a clothespin to the box and
- repeats this in reverse,
- walking across the porch
- going down the steps
- walking the sidewalk path
- going through the gate ("Sir, could you please latch the gate, there's a little trick to it, all you gotta do is...)
- walking down the driveway
- and going to the next house (Sir, I'd appreciate it if you didn't walk across the lawn for a shortcut. You might wear out the grass.)
If you are the Post Office, please see "The postman knocks again" page to see this explained.
We would save three postmen per post office. That is $120,000 per year. Per person (remember pensions and health care investment to pay for future cancer treatment and long term care treatment - it comes out usually to us paying $89 an hour and that goes UP for the FBI hiding in their desks.)
And, before I leave this topic, we (you and I) paid for FIVE stations at most post offices. I have NEVER but once, for ten minutes, seen five persons at the counter stations. They have two persons there usually. If the line is backed up to the door, and it's lunchtime, they have ONE person working and the rest are "on break." If it's past four p.m. and the line is out the door because people are trying to go home and stop at the post office on the way, the Post Office has ONE person or TWO at most and everybody, at FOUR THIRTY(?) is on break. For how long? It doesn't matter. They are NOT on time coming back to the counter. If you are eight persons back and ask if they can open up another station, they say "sorry-they-are-on-break" or "can't afford the staffing, folks, ask your congressman for more funding" and at my post office, the one lady KNOWS they are irritating and she says rotely, "I'msosorryforthewaitHowcanIhelpyou?"
What if that was ........ done differently? What if they had the guys in back come assist for ten minutes? What if the post offices started the work day earlier and had the lunch and breaktimes at times that are (surprise) NOT at the lunch and RUSH hour of the majority of folks. That is approximately 11 to 1:30 and 4:00 to closing. What if they did NOT have 14 questions potential for every package? What if we stopped paying 47 cents for a "forever" stamp that they raised every few months because SOMEBODY in Congress is believing them. It is CONTRARY to their agreement with us. And we pay for the cost of the junk mail. They let junk mail senders fill your mailbox for only five cents for postage while you are obliged to pay 47 cents per letter. Your 47 cents is making up the difference. There is a reason that Fed Ex and UPS got a foothold and we have found that we will not die if we don't get the pink sweater in one day. Frenzy is not class.
IF that is the way it is, what can we do? We can -
Stop junk mail price breaks.
Lower the price of the regular stamp.
Not need so many postmen if they don't have to have tea with every customer.
"There are 31,324 Postal Service-managed retail Post Offices in the United States." (from facts.usps.com)
So if we have saved 3 postmen per Post Office, that is 93,000 postmen. 93000 × $89 per hour = 8,277,000 per hour X 7.5 hours x 21 days a month x 12 months is $15,643,530,000. I just saved 15 billion.
Now, Mr. Postman, Oh yes, wait a minute, Mr. Postman,
There must be some word today
From my boyfriend so far away
Please Mr. Postman look and see
If there's a letter a letter for me (Thank you to the Carpenters!)
So two questions:
1) Can we learn to write letters?
2) Will we survive if we lose government workers who have to support their own lives, doon cha see?
Answer to 2) Yes. We have to look at the big picture. And the rest of us should and SHALL not starve as we give up our houses to pay your wages.
This is the deal. The government has raised taxes till we are starved into despair. This is wrong. Let give an example. If you are self-employed, the general claim is that you pay 15% for self-employment tax. Two comments: WHO decides what a small business is? It is not defined. If a business has 7000 employees, is that small business? What if it is doing a con job? Does anybody look to see? What if a business has 70 employees, is that a small business? When you put the numbers in, the worksheet fiddles and faddles around until it has stretched the 15% to 15.4% or so. What difference does it make? As it is the extra 15% makes you lose all your profits. What about the Bed Tax in many cities? In Anchorage, the bed tax used to apply only to places that had three or more rooms to rent but they changed it to include places that had ONE room, such as a vacation rental. 1) They didn't need the convention center that they built using the monies they grabbed from the lodging owners, 2) They don't collect it from the Sheraton, the Marriott, the Hilton, or the Holiday Inn, but they DO collect it from the persons desparate to stay financially alive, and 3) in my area, they hired TWO persons to COLLECT the tax (what the 'ell?) Paying them wages+pension+healthIns+more to be snotty. 4) I went in to pay the bed tax for my lodging. They said I had the wrong amount on the worksheet. I relooked at it and said truly that I did not. They said I did too and I had to pay several dollars more. I said their math was wrong. They looked at me as ugly as 'itches and said, "If you don't pay it, we will kill your business." 'hit heads. Let me do the math for you, you people who passed fifth grade math. If I made $100, I had to collect $112 for the 12% tax. THIS IS OFF THE GROSS, mind you. Then I had to pay them $12 for each $100 I'd made. (I had NOT made that much, I was still stinking poor.) They did the math and said I had to pay 12% on the $112 that I had written down. I said, No, it is on the $100 and the $12 more is what I collected, per your instructions, to pay you. (I did NOT say, "For your stinking fucking vacation.")
So
$100
+12% is what I had collected. For a total of $112.
They said to pay
$112
+12% for a total of $13.44.
This counts up over a year. It is not just a dollar forty-four, it is multiplied and even if it wasn't, it was wrong. The same amount of the U.S. Budget, which YOU pay, is $39,792,000,000.
And their demand that it was paid on the gross, not the net, meant that I was paying taxes on nothing. I had to pay for the credit card machine, the house, the insurance, the food for the guests (I provided breakfast groceries), the toilet paper, the new towels (that they dyed their hair with), the new bedding, the stationary and little Alaskana gifts I put into the drawer for them to use, the gas, the advertising cost of $550 to VRBO, the brochures, and we won't even count here the costs of the Texax 'itch who beat me down in price for over an hour total, WASTING my time, and said she was a CHRISTIAN so she was GOOD FOR IT since she wanted to pay in cash when she arrived (when for everyone else, they paid in advance with a check in the mail or a credit card transaction so I was paid for the first night at least) but boy, she assured me she was GOOD FOR IT because she was a 'ucking 'hristian and she was SO good that she published a small newspaper in Texas and her daughter and spouse was flying in from Tennessee so they should get a deeeeeep discount because they were staying a week. I turned down other guests because the four of them would be there. She called the day before and wanted to have only four days. And I said that I'd turned people down for her and her daughter and the spouses to stay there, and she had told me she was good for it and no, she couldn't come and pay less, she could stay for only four days if she wanted but she had to pay for the time she had argued for. She had argued partly by saying they were VERY moral people and VERY nice and wouldn't break things and she was going to be there for a WEEK so to give her a big discount. So I did - because I was hungry and Uncle Sam didn't love me so I was starving already, so that's why she got the discount. But now, the day before their arrival, she wanted the same price per day but for only four days. I said no. I said no. I said no and she was from TEXAS and NOBODY treated her that way. She slammed the phone down on me, leaving me shaky and saying that Texas was clearly the source for BIG 'itches and I didn't like the cheating heart-breaking hearts. Now, if you're from Texas, I'm sure you're nice, UNless you are the women from my small women's group who were from Texas and they were from Texas no matter how many years they'd spent in Alaska, Alaska was merely the make-money spot for their husbands so they paraded their gold rings and Nordstrom's clothing in the Alaska Petroleum Wives Club which made money on a huge con and I... I don't respect them. No. It is sad. Isn't it? But just in case you think that Republican equals Texas equals money equals That-IS-YOU!, I'll demurely mention that those two women wanted to go shopping for clothes.... so they flew from ANCHORAGE, ALASKA, to HOUSTON. For clothes. Apparently Houston is somewhere down there. But I don't give a t'am. And they DID say to my wide-eyed bored ears that the Nordstroms in Houston was good and the one in Anchorage got all the leftover clothing from the rest of the country and was seriously maybe ("two years?" "Likely.") behind in style. But what would I know? I'm just a girl who did NOT go to Texas A&M to find a ..... fuck. SOMEbody I know said to herself, "Huh, I'm making only nine thousand a year" (MUST have been part-time and she did NOT want to work full-time) so if I go back to school for a year and this time I am SERIOUSLY looking, then ... then.... ah, yes. There he is. My paycheck, my leisure robe at ten a.m., my Alaska-Petroleum-Wives-Club-MEMBERSHIP card, Boy, oh, boy, I LOVE that wallet size. He will.... do." Men, don't let your girls grow up to be... cowboys. Don't marry them. Marriage shis SHOPOSED to be fer luv.
But, I DO know that not everybody rejects Nordstoms, why, just the other day, I was talking with my very devout friend (Kwestion) and she gets all the time something new at Nordstroms. And, she gets it for free! She gave me a box of something, I forget, dishes or canisters, and she said she didn't need it so I could have it but no, she hadn't stolen it. It had never been opened and she hinted about OTHER things that she had acquired by..(this is my conclusion) taking in a receipt and saying she had forgotten the item, or something like that. (I ask, HOW OFTEN does a store believe that?) It was rather mysterious because THAT acquisition was too big to put under her shirt. Brazen, she said, Brazen. Yes, dear, SOMEBODY hears it and I'm going to get HIS vote. But she has NOT lived in Texas so I'm not sure what the deal is. Speaking of Texas, and forgetting the post office in my excitement, which I''m sure they are grateful for, I was on a train ride around the country. That was an adventure and if they fixed the tracks, I'd do it again. (The train started to sway as the rails weren't even in some places and I was growing seasick. Boats are not my thing.) But the August temperatures were not as hot as the July temperatures had been but it was toasting hot outside. Touching the window inside of the train car was hot due to the outside temperatures. The train was air-conditioned but when it stopped for the two minute stops, I occasionally went to stand near the door and when it opened, the heat hit like an oven door opening. But what bothered me was the cows. There were herds of cows with NO shade, and no container for water to be seen. Or a minor water container. No hose to automatically replenish it (like my grandparents had on their perfectly good well-planned farm). They stood there with the 110 degree heat on their backs. In one enclosure, they were so crowded that they had no room to lie down. So they stood, packed four inches from the next cow. What is wrong with this picture? I'll tell you. It is mean. Cruel. And... I am fine with taking the privilege of raising cows from Texas and moving the privilege north. Such as to Colorado and Wyoming. And ... Alaska. Why? Because Alaska is pretty and it is not too cold if you keep the cows in a heated building in the winter. I volunteer the railroad building because it has a lot of room. We could have cows there in winter and have them roam Elmendorf Air Force Base in the summer. Instead of paying for the expensive lawn mower sixteen feet wide. The railroad building is big and it has lower places five feet deep, which adds geographical interest for a cow. We build ramps down and up in the lower places and let them be the happy cows. There are seven buildings if we include the Holland American building which sounds fine to them, I'm maybe shhh, but hey, with the fact that some of the buildings are two story, including the old power plant, all we have to do is build a SECOND floor walkway over the railroad tracks for the cows and they can go from building to building. They can go Roundabout for the fun of looking at us. And we should use the old power plant building for a shelter so the homeless wretches like me have somebody intelligent to talk to. "Moo?" "Moo." Ah, assurance.
Here's a picture:
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Index for this page:
Post Office
Taxes Despair Bed-Tax example
Texas cheap 'itch
Texas got-a-husband-the-old-fashioned-way 'itch
Nexas shoplifting 'itch
Cows on Roundabout