Recognizing Convenience: A Story of Forgetting

            Like many I’m sure, I take for granted the ease at which I walk into my corner store and get the thing(s) I need without having to bother or hassle with traveling further to a large grocery store once every three weeks or so to restock. More likely I bitch, like many, about how high the markup is on items (under my breath) and move a long. Something happened to me yesterday as I was in my corner store chatting it up with the day- guy and the night-guy came in for his appropriate shift and while doing so he patted me on the shoulder and said “What’s up Chip?” This little effort made the day a little better and, I obviously remember it.

            So I’ll cut to the quick here. Our good country has forgotten just how good we are, and you’ll take notice I didn’t say great, it’s currently impossible to utter the word with any truth where US is concerned. Its time to stop whining and take (some kind of) action. I don’t buy in to the theories that technology and progress are  the reason for our collective asses not getting off the couch. There has always been some kind of technology. Blowing smoke has apparently become the status quo. I don’t like having to apologize for wanting to save the world and I live in the country that used to be number one in that department in everyone’s eyes. Unlike Gordon Gekko I don’t think greed is good, its more like Jonestown Kool-Aid. And our whiney little attitudes and the preservation of politicians who only protect themselves and their campaign donor’s butts just won’t cut it anymore. Through fear, intimidation and some good old boy appeasing we have been force-fed that bitching is just how it is and there is no reparation. Hogwash….

            It was my experience in the convenience store that made me remember that we American’s are still a caring people as a whole and that this proof is in the pudding of experience. I like to think that I have always cherished these values while on the other hand I’m sure there are people out there that would not see me as such a Gung-ho type. But I was raised by a mother and father that instilled upon me the wish to make other people feel nice when the opportunity is afforded to do so. This isn’t a liberal thing, it’s a character thing. And we are not cartoon characters, we are American’s and it’s a tough role, but somebody’s got to do it….