We have decided that of all the dumb laws that are written to regulate all the things in our lives, we might as well have one more. Don’t think I can’t see people shaking their heads at that idea! This is a good law—well, it would be worth some curiosity anyway.
Every time we take a drive down 287, we see trucks with weird looking bundles covered in great big tarps or whatever. And even the ones that are not covered are pretty mysterious. How about a big sign on each truck: Under the tarp—glass for windows, motor or generator for oil field, pipe bender for pipe line, tool and dies for manufacturing. And on those great big trucks that have the huge chunks of something, the labels should read: wind generator propellers, jet engines, Army personnel carrier, oil field generator and dog house, water tower pipes, cement barriers for highway construction. Yes, everything should be neatly labeled in letters large enough to be read from the opposite lane going down a four to six lane highway.
And then there are those wonderful “scientificized” books that claim to have the answers to every problem from indigestion to toe ginny. And the answers are nearly always in our kitchen cabinet! Ok, so bicarbonate of soda will kill cancer tumors and bladder cancer. And vinegar will get rid of . . .um, I forget what it will do now. But it has got to be something wonderful because so many people have been cured of something by it.
And have Hugh Downs and maybe Priscilla Presley to be the spokespersons for this book. It reminds me of Rodale books that always have a claim of cure or alleviation of symptoms for wood bores, mange, and vitamin deficiencies. Oh, and whatever we do, we have to stay away from eating polar bear livers to avoid vitamin A poisoning. Shucks, and I just had a real hankering for polar bear liver…YECK!
It would really be wonderful if we could find simple ideas to solve complex problems. And truly, those simple answers may be just a brain wave away. But someone will want to sell a book or some kind of chocolate covered berry before any answers are given away. It makes me wonder how much Louis Pasteur made from his ideas.
Someday my curiosity may be assuaged in some areas of life, but the big trucks will just keep on hauling strange bundles down the highway. And all those books with all those cures will sit on someone else’s library shelves. I will just have to be satisfied to live with my simple ideas and let someone else be concerned with the complex problems. I’m not sure I could handle all that revelation—or reading—at my age. Besides, it would just irritate me to find out that the answers were there and were for sale—and no one could have the answers without buying—and reading—the books—ALL of them.