Stop stealing from yards
I live in Vero Lake Estates and some low-life, mother, daughter, husband son or neighbor came into my yard and took my three ceramic mushrooms some time ago that I had for a few years.
Now some other low-life person came in my yard and took my three plastic flamingos that I have had in my yard for 20 years. They did leave one flamingo and two of the legs from the others.
I cannot understand this and please be sure when your wife, daughter, father or son or neighbor comes home and says look what I bought at a yard sale, they are lying.
If you have any feelings at all you, will return them with no questions asked. I will only beat you to within an inch of your miserable life, thank you.
Humane Society comes through
Not too long ago, my beloved Labrador retriever died. She was my best friend for 12 years. I am a senior citizen, don't drive and am on a fixed income. I was very worried that I wouldn't be able to afford to take care of her once she passed away.
I called the Humane Society and they assured me that they would take care of both of us once she died. The morning that she passed away, I called them and lo and behold, they came and took her. They cremated her and never charged me a penny. They knew how distraught I was, and they came the day after she died and gave me a great poem explaining how hard it was to lose a pet.
A few weeks after that, they came and took me to the pound and let me pick out another dog free of charge. I know this might not be something they can offer to everybody, but they really made such a difference to me.
I'm no longer sitting here lonely, missing my dog. I have a great new dog that keeps my busy and shows me so much love. I just want to say thank you so much to the Humane Society. You've made such a difference in this senior's life.
Neighbors should be more considerate
Maybe someone can tell me what happened to the loud noise law we supposedly have.
I can't sleep or watch a TV program these days, because my neighbor is playing the music so loud that the walls and floors shake and things fall down.
Then when I call 911 to have the police come to quiet them down, they don't show up at all. The police are so lazy. It took me calling three times before they finally showed up.
I just got home from work; it's 1 a.m. There was nowhere to park because of the party going on downstairs. It didn't stop until 2:30 a.m. They are bad neighbors.
An end to snail mail?
Except for very little, the federal government delivers little service and expects to be rewarded. The Post Office comes to mind.
In the 60s, I could get a letter from Louisiana to rural Pennsylvania in two days for 4 cents.
Today it is considerably more, with it taking four to 11 days. The postal service no longer needs to sort by hand, but planes (I've been told) are not always available).
The postal service has noticed a huge reduction in volume. It is no mystery. In any business it is customer service and value for money spent. The USPS is no longer competitive. The pony express was replaced when the telegraph came about.
Possibly, the postal service has seen its time.
Some bike advice
I've been driving for 40 years and riding a bike for 50. I have safely operated taxis, dump trucks, garbage trucks, moving vans and even some heavy equipment on the roads of this country (all over the place, in all kinds of conditions, from coast to coast, mountains and deserts).
If I, for any reason, had ever felt the least bit confused, I would have pulled over until my head totally cleared.
You, obviously, are exactly the person my rant was directed toward. Yes, you are confused and conveniently omitted the fact that the statutes on bikes have several sections and should be read in their entirety to be fully understood.
Anyway, law aside, if you are confused by a bike, dog, kid on a tricycle, skateboarder, wheelchair or pretty much anything at all, then maybe you should do us all a favor and park it, baby. The rest of us should be allowed to feel safe and the thought of confused people driving doesn't do it for me. I'm just guessing, but I don't think it does it for anyone.
What are the rules?
Someone please correct me if I'm wrong. Does Florida law state that if you have a handicap placard proudly displayed from your rear view mirror, you no longer have to abide by state traffic laws?
In bold letters, printed on the top of the blue placard it states REMOVE BEFORE DRIVING, it obstructs your view.
In parking lots with huge, one-way arrows, with a handicapped placard, do you now have the right to enter the wrong way because you see a empty handicapped parking spot only 45 feet from the road?
Does having the handicapped placard also mean that you no longer have to use directional signals or drive at the posted speed limit?
I have to know, because I, too, have a handicapped placard, and I keep mine above the visor in my car. Am I using my placard wrong? If I just leave it on my mirror, flapping in the breeze, obstructing my view, can I now not use directional signals, drive the wrong way on one way streets and go whatever speed I feel comfortable with?
Please does anyone know the answer?
DCF needs to get it together
I have reported abuse to the Department of Families and Children and they are doing nothing about it. They need to do their job and take care of the children. They don't understand the psychological abuse that a child goes through when they are in an abusive home. Nobody seems to care about these innocent children who have to fend for themselves. I hope somebody from the department sees this rant and does something about it.
I've heard my parents talk about the Great Depression. As a child, I never understood why it was called "great." It never seemed that great.
I've heard the stories about food rations. I heard about how it brought communities together. And now I hear that as a country, we are going to pot.
During my childhood, those stories seemed so distant and nothing more than the way things used to be. But now, as I struggle to make ends meet for my own family, I'm reminded of the times in which many of our grandparents were raised.
As we sink into this modern-day depression, I sure wish I would've taken more notice on how my grandparents made ends meet.
There seems to be no light at the end of this tunnel. We are faced with decisions such as a gallon of milk or a gallon of gas; cell phone or cable; electricity or rent.
Employers are struggling to make payroll. And those still fortunate enough to call themselves employees are struggling to live from one paycheck to another.
Because we are all aware that the job market is bleak, we dare not complain about wages that are gone as soon as earned. We know that there is somebody more than willing to take the job we are fortunate enough to have.
So, how does one get ahead? How can we start to feel at ease? When does the comfort in knowing that having a job means having a roof over your family's head return?
I suppose, we, nor anyone else, knows the answer to that question. But we can't, as a community, start turning on each other. We can't start robbing and stealing from someone who is struggling, as well. We have to start doing for each other.
A pinch of kindness and a smile can go a long way.