H. Neal Glanville
H. Neal Glanville's column appears in the Craig Daily Press
Each of us, young, old, or in my case, a slightly worn inbetweener, have been shaped by the influences of our youth.
I am very fortunate to have been raised by grandparents, aunts, uncles and assorted “grey area” whatnots who lived and raised families through both sides of the Depression.
All of us would argue at the drop of a boot.
Not the yell, scream, and kick dirt arguing, but the “You’d better have a good idea what you’re talking about” type.
My worthless cousins never got that part. That’s probably why they’re living on mud slides in California; hopefully that’s not one of those “politically incorrect” do-dahs that are going cause some sort of explanation on my part.
Trust me, this is going somewhere …
Last week, Roy Franklin Southard and I were having one of our 40-year-old political arguments, when it dawned on the weak side of my brain that people don’t openly argue sides any more.
In this case, we were each explaining to the other our personal versions of the State of the Union address.
I proudly admit, out loud and on paper, that my time is far too valuable to waste watching any president’s version of the “blame game.”
I learned very early that the best indicators of our economic condition are the classified section of any newspaper and how other world powers report said condition.
This is another one of those simple statements that make perfect sense when you think about it.
If the “for sale” listings are greater than the help wanted ads, the economy needs help. No matter how you spin it or to whom you place the errors in economic math, the economy is in trouble.
When other world powers begin to worry and comment openly on America’s credit rating, again our economic outlook ain’t on the upswing.
Roy disagrees with my simplistic perception, but we won’t list the reasons why. As always, I’m right and he’s just wrong.
Now for something completely different
My Uncle Blaine was one of the “grey area” relatives that had a large hand in my exposure to the real world.
He was a firm believer that anyone wanting to run for public office “should be hauled kicking and screaming to the polls to vote for themselves.”
Not that people shouldn’t be involved, but they had better be ready to fight every step of the way to accomplish anything worthy of their own vote.
He also thought that any political board, commission, or whatever, should have one member that knew little or nothing about the job and just kept asking, “Why do we do it that way?”
Uncle Blaine was also a Marine veteran of World War II. He never spoke of his South Pacific island hopping except to say, “America will never do enough to repay its combat veterans.”
That’s my meager agreement with Saturday’s editorial.
Uncle Blaine was thought to have borrowed good whiskey from one state so the one next door could pay for it.
Grandpa said it “was free enterprise and a fast Cadillac” in action. Aunt Ruthie said “he should have ran for president.”
Hey, you be careful out there.