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Callers Recall.

Calling the bookstore tomorrow? Don’t forget your 918!

Keypad

Phone Call Changes Saturday

The ten-digit dialing goes into effect at midnight Saturday morning, requiring that any local call be preceded by the three digit area code 918. Later, when new numbers are assigned, they will have their own area code, which will also need to be entered for local dialing. The 1 – used for long distance – should be left off for local calls.

There are some complaints, but then no one truly cares for change. The overlay system allows McHuston Booksellers to maintain ads, websites, cash register programming, and business cards as is – without the time and expense of a massive change.

I don’t remember it, but there was a time when a telephone operator sat in an office and plugged a patch-cord in to connect two telephones. When the company introduced manual “dialers” in the new sets, it did not prove to be the downfall of communications. We push buttons now instead of dialing, and got through that change, too.

We’ll all probably survive the new system.

Losing Our Common Sense.

The Supreme Court says it’s okay for someone to chant hate-slogans at your son’s funeral.

Westboro Church

Westboro wins Supreme Court Ruling

There once was a societal right and wrong. Amongst any group of diverse people, a common set of moral and ethical rationales existed that could be applied where required.

That is what made Lord of the Flies such a powerful story. It put forth the premise of a group in which the moral and ethical structure broke down.

We are living amidst the Flies.

What has happened to common sense? Have we spent so much time examining the excess of laws in our country that we are now governed by their nuances?

The Supreme Court of the United States has ruled in favor of the Westboro Baptist Church of Topeka, Kansas, in their appeal of a judgment against them. They are that pseudo-church that sets up confrontational picket lines at funerals, and a grieving father had successfully sued for emotional damages. That ruling was overturned today.

It is hard to fathom the idea that intelligent members of the nation’s highest court believe that parents who have lost children to war or disease must also face a combative group at the final memorial services.

They examine the right to free speech with the attention of a wine sommelier, rolling the law around in the glass, sniffing at perceived scents, swishing the clauses to the palate, and then spitting out an effete ruling.

I believe the common man knows when wine is fit to drink. If there is any question, offer the glass to the next fellow. We all know that it is morally reprehensible to attack on baseless grounds, the emotions of those most vulnerable, and yet we acquiese to an interpretation of the finer points of a law as it was written.

A California schoolteacher is under suspension today because police were called to her classroom by a student with a cellphone. She had rattled a table to call the students to attention and had the police called to the school for her methods.

Why do students have telephones in the classroom? Rattling a table is now a cause for police intervention and employee suspension? What happened to common sense in the application of regulations?

We no longer live in an agrarian society, planting and harvesting from dusk to dawn. No longer do our nation’s laborers work at their jobs fifteen hours a day. Assembly lines have emigrated to foreign countries. We enjoy plenty of free time in the US.

We spend it with computers that are invariably switched on – our telephones connect us to the internet at the press of a button. We view screens and endless streams of information. Our excess of free time is spent in critique. Just like this one.

Back in the time when men wielded shovels to dig a grave, judges weren’t needed to know whether it was right or wrong for a group to stand nearby and chant hate-filled slogans. The common sense of every man and woman standing in the freshly-turned dirt knew the answer.

Seventy Surprise.

Behind a fellow at QuikTrip (acquiring the Morning Dew), I overheard the following, as he pushed a one-hundred-dollar bill across the counter:

Cash

Piles of Cash Don't Go as Far!

“Try seventy dollars on pump six.”
“Sure that’ll fill it?” asked the clerk.
“I’m sure it won’t,” the fellow responded, “but it’ll get me where I’m going.”

Tucked inside a book that came in for trade this morning, I found a sales receipt from a major book retailer. (You could figure out which one in two guesses.) The total was seventy dollars for four books. In this little bookstore, seventy dollars will buy a couple of bags-full.

I’m at the age where I don’t feel the need to disguise it any longer, so I can admit here that seventy dollars was the monthly rent on my first apartment. And to have that amount on the first of the month required setting aside a majority of my weekly paychecks.

Seventy bucks worth of gasoline! Four books for seventy dollars. (Actually, some individual college texts retail for twice that amount, these days!)

In high school, I drove a motorcycle to class. ‘Scooter’ is probably a more accurate term, but if I told you the truth, that I could fill that gasoline tank with a single quarter, you’d think I was driving a skateboard. The ‘cycle was bigger than the ones my friends had, but gasoline cost about the same as ice-water.

I user to roll my eyes at the “back when I was a kid” stories I’d hear from older co-workers, but I understand now that they weren’t so much idle reminiscences as they were expressions of surprise at how things change over time. And given the perspective of ample time, such as I’ve had, things like paying $1.65 for a plastic bottle of Mountain Dew make the eyebrows pop up automatically – remembering when that bottle (made of sturdy glass) would have set me back a single dime.

I hope I live forever – not so much to keep seeing changes – I just can’t even imagine how much it costs to die these days.

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