I am going to pull my soap-box out again and comment on the latest controversy that I've been reading about in the news. In recent years we've all been chastized and called upon to change certain words and phrases and become 'more politically correct' in our speech and comments. Even the church has been required to make changes in their dialogue and expressions. I am not totally against all of the changes, because some terms and phrases are a little more refined and a little kinder. The Holy Ghost became The Holy Spirit, the 'garbage man' became a Sanitation Worker, a chairman became a chairperson, mailman a mail person. We made changes in the names we use for different nationalities: Irish are no longer Micks, Chinese are no longer Chinks,Japanese,no longer Japs, Germans, no longer Krauts.When I was growing up many of my friends were of Italian descent and the ones from Northern Italy were called Wops and the ones from Southern Italy were called Dagos. My friend used to call her big brothers Wops when she was mad at them. They frequently called other classmates, Dago or Wop depending on which part of Italy their parents were from. None of those words are used today, and that's a good thing!
If I were to write a book about my life as a child and teenager before World War ll, if the book truly reflected that time in history, I would be bound to use many of the terms that were commonly used at that time. I would relay the fact that when we walked the six blocks to our Catholic School we passed many of the students of the public school going the other way,to the public school. We had an on-going verbal exchange with them. They stayed on one side of the street and we stayed on the other as we passed each other. They chanted "cat-lickers, cat-lickers" (Catholics) and we chanted back "pot-lickers,pot-lickers" (Protestants). It was not unusual for us to play with the 'pot-lickers' after school but in that little slice of time we got great satisfaction from our name calling duel.That would not happen in today's world but it did in mine. I would have to write the actual fact to tell it like it was.
Fast forward to today's time. When we were choosing a novel for our eighth graders to read about ten years ago the other teacher and I chose "Of Mice and Men" by John Stienbeck. It is a classic that tells of an era in our history that has been read down through the years and will be read for many years to come. The values dealt with in the book are many and values that a group of eighth grade boys need to learn, compassion, empathy and duty. If you have ever read the book you may well know that the language used is in the vernacular. It is the everyday language commonly used by the itenerants of that time in the community that is being written about.
Before we went forward with our plans to read the book, we wrote a letter to each and every parent and aprized them of the profanity that we would be exposing the students to and gave them a summary of the book and our plans for telling the students how to deal with the language. The parents were asked to sign the letter and to voice their approval or dissproval of the choice of that book. We received all of the letters back, signed and approved by the parents.
We spent one whole class explaining why the author used that language and told them they were not expected to read aloud the profanities and gave them a choice of just skipping the words or using a euphemism. We were quite impressed with the euphemisms they chose. Dag-nabbit,gol-derned, dog-gonned and many others. The book lost none of its impact and they were unabashed at the end of the book to weep together with their classmates and teachers.
My soap box piece concerns the people that want to take the N-word out of Mark Twain,s book about Huckleberry Finn. Mark Twain wanted to expose the vitroil of that era in history, he wanted to emphasize the hatred,the cruelty, the ignorance of the populace at that particular time. Why can't the teachers talk with the students in advance of reading that selection and help them understand the connotation of the word "nigger'? Slave, that they want to replace the word with, carries a totally different connotation. Please let Mark Twain get his point across! It was his intent to expose the hatred and unfairness of the accepted behavior of that time in history. Do not change his words and thereby water down his intent. Ciao
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
The first few centuries after the Fall of the Roman Empire are sometimes referred to as the Middle Ages. There was prevailing ignorance and barbarism at that time. Fortunately, there were forces for Culture and enlightenment throughout the period. A group of Irish monks took it upon themselves to copy, by hand, all of the classics, the gospels, and other things so that a true account of the culture that had preceded the Fall of the Roman Empire could be preserved. These accounts are called the Book of Kells and are housed in Ireland in the library of Trinity College in Dublin. I have never been as impressed as I was when I got to see these Books when I visited Ireland. They had been laboreously hand written in the script that was used at that time. It apparently took a few centuries to copy from the Ancient Greek, Latin, Germanic and even more primitive script so that we could have an account of civilization.
We are now in the era of technology and letting our children fall by the wayside when it comes to comunicating by the traditional form. Keyboarding is taking precedence over penmanship. The children are not being taught penmanship in many schools. Shockingly, some of their teachers cannot write in cursive nor can they read cursive writing. Some educators insist that we now communicate by computers and there is no need for the students or anyone else to be literate enough to communicate by hand written means.
There are many methods of cursive writing. Enough to accomodate the students with underveloped motor skills or the difficulty, at first, that the left handed person encounters. The common Palmer method, or the Zanner-Blozer method can be a little more challenging for those students but the DeNealing Method which helps the student that is less dexterous is quite satisfactory. Legible hand writing is the ultimate aim.
There is so much talk about the quality of education in this country at this time that it seems counter productive to ignore the teaching of cursive writing and to encourage the child to depend on 'Spell-check' to spell. Spelling has pretty much fallen by the wayside and now cursive writing too. We will soon become a Nation of illiterate people.
Civilized people have been hand writing letters and other documents since the monks copied manuscripts in the Middle Ages. Shakespeare and Dickens and Poe and the signers of the Constitution found a pen good enough for their achievements. We cannot afford to let our society become deteriorated because 'it takes too much time' to teach penmanship and keyboarding too.
You must be profient in cursive writing to be able to sign your own signature to your important papers, your voter registration, your driver's licence and many, many other documents. Can you imagine getting a thank you note computer generated from your grandchild,a com.gen. love letter, a computer generated...well, you get the point. Fight to bring back the penmanship and spelling lessons in schools to prevent the New Era Dark Ages! Ciao
Note:
When children cannot write cursive writing they cannot read it either!
We are now in the era of technology and letting our children fall by the wayside when it comes to comunicating by the traditional form. Keyboarding is taking precedence over penmanship. The children are not being taught penmanship in many schools. Shockingly, some of their teachers cannot write in cursive nor can they read cursive writing. Some educators insist that we now communicate by computers and there is no need for the students or anyone else to be literate enough to communicate by hand written means.
There are many methods of cursive writing. Enough to accomodate the students with underveloped motor skills or the difficulty, at first, that the left handed person encounters. The common Palmer method, or the Zanner-Blozer method can be a little more challenging for those students but the DeNealing Method which helps the student that is less dexterous is quite satisfactory. Legible hand writing is the ultimate aim.
There is so much talk about the quality of education in this country at this time that it seems counter productive to ignore the teaching of cursive writing and to encourage the child to depend on 'Spell-check' to spell. Spelling has pretty much fallen by the wayside and now cursive writing too. We will soon become a Nation of illiterate people.
Civilized people have been hand writing letters and other documents since the monks copied manuscripts in the Middle Ages. Shakespeare and Dickens and Poe and the signers of the Constitution found a pen good enough for their achievements. We cannot afford to let our society become deteriorated because 'it takes too much time' to teach penmanship and keyboarding too.
You must be profient in cursive writing to be able to sign your own signature to your important papers, your voter registration, your driver's licence and many, many other documents. Can you imagine getting a thank you note computer generated from your grandchild,a com.gen. love letter, a computer generated...well, you get the point. Fight to bring back the penmanship and spelling lessons in schools to prevent the New Era Dark Ages! Ciao
Note:
When children cannot write cursive writing they cannot read it either!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Happy New Year
We are coming up on another New Year, Two-thousand and eleven! What is in store for us this year? We always hope for peace on Earth but for the most part we pretty much continue doing what we've been doing. Yes, I know we make resolutions but the resolutions are mostly self serving and frequently are abandoned after the first week or so. Predictable things like dieting, stopping smoking, not drinking to excess,spending less on frivolous things, saving money and the list goes on.
We should be resolving to be kinder to each other, to be tolerant of the people around us that are not like us, to LISTEN to the people we come in contact with each day. We need to try to understand other people. What makes them think the way they do. We can always learn something from everyone we meet, even if it's just that we don't want to be like them.
We should make an effort to discourage this trend of "name calling" that goes on around us every day. Why does everone have to have a 'tag'? If you read the letters to the editor each day you will see that almost every letter writer engages in name calling. ie: "your Liberal, Communist, Socialist, news paper..." "the Conservative, mean spirited, party of No.." " the Liberal, anything goes party ..." Aren't they all talking about their fellow Americans? If you are a patriotic American citizen you will benefit most by trying to get things done that benefit all of us whether we are Democrat, Republican,or Independent.
Make a New Years's resolution that we will try to tone down our criticism of each other and spend more time trying to understand one another. Spend more time trying to assist the poor, the lonely, ease the pain of the suffering. See if you can spend one day without making a negative statement about someone or something. (You might want to wait till the UofL/Kentucky game is over to start your resolution.) Happy New Year!Ciao
We should be resolving to be kinder to each other, to be tolerant of the people around us that are not like us, to LISTEN to the people we come in contact with each day. We need to try to understand other people. What makes them think the way they do. We can always learn something from everyone we meet, even if it's just that we don't want to be like them.
We should make an effort to discourage this trend of "name calling" that goes on around us every day. Why does everone have to have a 'tag'? If you read the letters to the editor each day you will see that almost every letter writer engages in name calling. ie: "your Liberal, Communist, Socialist, news paper..." "the Conservative, mean spirited, party of No.." " the Liberal, anything goes party ..." Aren't they all talking about their fellow Americans? If you are a patriotic American citizen you will benefit most by trying to get things done that benefit all of us whether we are Democrat, Republican,or Independent.
Make a New Years's resolution that we will try to tone down our criticism of each other and spend more time trying to understand one another. Spend more time trying to assist the poor, the lonely, ease the pain of the suffering. See if you can spend one day without making a negative statement about someone or something. (You might want to wait till the UofL/Kentucky game is over to start your resolution.) Happy New Year!Ciao
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
End of an Era
My first memories are of our family home on Tibbets Ave. Mart and I shared a bedroom and across the hall Joe and Paul shared a room. Our room had a brass bed, we shared that and also shared the big oak dresser that I still have, we shared a closet, a cedar chest (that was really our mother's hope chest given to her by my dad before they were married), and we shared a dressing table that we had purchased with baby sitting money. It was unfinished and under the critical eye of our dad we finished it. He was a perfectionist and insisted that we keep sanding until it was flawless.It finally passed muster, barely, and ours to share in our room.
Mart was three and a half years older than I so she was the alpha sister! She enjoyed playing with paper dolls and since we couldn't afford store bought dolls she cut the pictures of her "people" out of Sear's and Montegomery-Ward catalogues. She named all of her "people" and placed them around the room, usually on the window sills and provided a life for them. They did things like, going to work, to school,to dances, etc. while we were occupied with our parellel lives.
I was never too big on these 'fake' families but they were my room mates and I adjusted to them. We did move to other houses but I was still Mart's room mate and never even considered any other way of life. We had our differences now and then but being the Alpha sister, she usually won out. When we had words, so to speak, I never got to use mine.
We couldn't very well share clothes because she was about seven inches taller than I and I had to wait to grow into her clothes. I never did get as tall as she so her things had to be altered to fit me. Our shoe sizes were not even close so we couldn't share shoes either.
We moved a few times but still shared our room. I am an auditory learner and Mart probably was too. She studied aloud every night in our room. I could not help but listen, I had no intention of learning all that she did but apparently I absorbed it while doing other things on my own. I would find that when it came time for me to study these same subjects I already know them or could scan the chapters and have it fixed in my brain.
When I started dating Doc, we doubled with Mart and Bill and some of their other friends. I met Doc through Mart. They went through school together.
England had already gone to war with Germany in 1939 and the United States thought it would be prudent to start encreasing the size of our Army so they had a Conscription program. Men were drafted into the Army supposedly for one year for training so that we could be ready if it came to pass that we would go to war. Bill was drafted. The pop song of the day was ,"Goodbye Dear, I'll be back in a year" Pearl Harbor happened shortly after Bill was drafted and that cancelled the 'back in a year' bit. He was stationed in Austrailia and so was immediately in the thick of the war in the Pacific. He did not get back until 1945.
I married Doc in 1942 and a year or two later he was drafted and went to fight in the European Theater of War. I lived in an appartment with my two kids and Mart moved in with me. So once again we were room mates.
Bill and Doc both came home in December of 1942. Mart and Bill started planning their wedding immediately and set the date for October 25. I was pregnant by this time and due on Oct. 1. We figured that would give me time to have the baby and be ready for the wedding festivities. Linda was delayed and did not arrive until Oct. 24 so Mart had the limo driver take her from the church to the hospital to visit me and let me see her in her bridal attire. One of the guests brought me a piece of the wedding cake.
A number of years later, in 1951, we were both pregnant and due on or around the same date.(Before the New Year). Both of our babies took their time about coming and mine arrived on Jan.13 and on Jan.17 th they wheeled Mart into my room to let her say hello to me on her way to the delivery room. I already had a room mate so we did not share a room!
Finally, in 1956 we had to move to Louisville and so ended our closeness. We still did visit once in awhile on the phone and we traveled back to Spfld to visit a few times a year.
We traveled to the beach together one summer. Her family members and some of mine. A good time to remember.We had lots of fun talking over old times,both bad and good.
Mart passed away on December 5, 2010. I spoke with her quite a few times in her waning days. I think of her often and miss her. Sisters forever. R.I.P.Mart. Ciao
Mart was three and a half years older than I so she was the alpha sister! She enjoyed playing with paper dolls and since we couldn't afford store bought dolls she cut the pictures of her "people" out of Sear's and Montegomery-Ward catalogues. She named all of her "people" and placed them around the room, usually on the window sills and provided a life for them. They did things like, going to work, to school,to dances, etc. while we were occupied with our parellel lives.
I was never too big on these 'fake' families but they were my room mates and I adjusted to them. We did move to other houses but I was still Mart's room mate and never even considered any other way of life. We had our differences now and then but being the Alpha sister, she usually won out. When we had words, so to speak, I never got to use mine.
We couldn't very well share clothes because she was about seven inches taller than I and I had to wait to grow into her clothes. I never did get as tall as she so her things had to be altered to fit me. Our shoe sizes were not even close so we couldn't share shoes either.
We moved a few times but still shared our room. I am an auditory learner and Mart probably was too. She studied aloud every night in our room. I could not help but listen, I had no intention of learning all that she did but apparently I absorbed it while doing other things on my own. I would find that when it came time for me to study these same subjects I already know them or could scan the chapters and have it fixed in my brain.
When I started dating Doc, we doubled with Mart and Bill and some of their other friends. I met Doc through Mart. They went through school together.
England had already gone to war with Germany in 1939 and the United States thought it would be prudent to start encreasing the size of our Army so they had a Conscription program. Men were drafted into the Army supposedly for one year for training so that we could be ready if it came to pass that we would go to war. Bill was drafted. The pop song of the day was ,"Goodbye Dear, I'll be back in a year" Pearl Harbor happened shortly after Bill was drafted and that cancelled the 'back in a year' bit. He was stationed in Austrailia and so was immediately in the thick of the war in the Pacific. He did not get back until 1945.
I married Doc in 1942 and a year or two later he was drafted and went to fight in the European Theater of War. I lived in an appartment with my two kids and Mart moved in with me. So once again we were room mates.
Bill and Doc both came home in December of 1942. Mart and Bill started planning their wedding immediately and set the date for October 25. I was pregnant by this time and due on Oct. 1. We figured that would give me time to have the baby and be ready for the wedding festivities. Linda was delayed and did not arrive until Oct. 24 so Mart had the limo driver take her from the church to the hospital to visit me and let me see her in her bridal attire. One of the guests brought me a piece of the wedding cake.
A number of years later, in 1951, we were both pregnant and due on or around the same date.(Before the New Year). Both of our babies took their time about coming and mine arrived on Jan.13 and on Jan.17 th they wheeled Mart into my room to let her say hello to me on her way to the delivery room. I already had a room mate so we did not share a room!
Finally, in 1956 we had to move to Louisville and so ended our closeness. We still did visit once in awhile on the phone and we traveled back to Spfld to visit a few times a year.
We traveled to the beach together one summer. Her family members and some of mine. A good time to remember.We had lots of fun talking over old times,both bad and good.
Mart passed away on December 5, 2010. I spoke with her quite a few times in her waning days. I think of her often and miss her. Sisters forever. R.I.P.Mart. Ciao
Monday, December 13, 2010
Catch Up
I have had a lot going on in the last few weeks but I am not yet ready to put my thoughts on a blog. The day will come when I will be ready to write about it.
First, I want to welcome Kathy back to the blogging world. It was great reading her new entries. Maybe she can get back in the swing of it and continue to blog. Georgia's picture was cool. OK, Kathy, now we have to get Dolberry back in the loop. I know he wants to rest on his laurels, he is sure that he cannot possibly get any better than the masterpiece he ended with on May 17, 2010. He posed a question about DaVinci. Did he go on and do any thing else after his masterpiece? Well, maybe not but his neck hurt and his back ached and his landlord booted him out because he had not taken a bath until the Chapel gig was completed. We all wished that he had gone on to even greater things, but alas he deprived us of his talent. Hardly a one hit wonder! We're counting on you, Dolberry!
It looks like we are in for another ice station Zebra type winter, or maybe fall, the snow has already closed the schools down and it is only December. It is bitter cold but undaunted we stood up to the elements and had a fantastic time last Saturday night celebrating Kristin's birthday. We, the Boards, Karen & Paul, the Lally's and I, ate dinner at the Spaghetti Factory and then took a horse drawn carriage ride around downtown Louisville. It was raining slightly and cold but we were dressed for the occasion and were all comfy on the ride. The carriage has a top so we were not actually rained on. We drove all around the downtown area, saw The Yum Center, the Light Up Louisville area with the official Christmas Tree, and all of the lighted trees, wreaths, and decorations in store windows and doors. We sang Jingle Bells as a warm up tune and then went on to sing every Christmas song we could think of. All joined in. What a jolly time! We ended the evening at Tim and Kris's for cake and ice cream. (Also a bit of Bailey's, Just enough to warm our bones.)
When Linda and I were in Ireland a few years back, we took a similar ride on what they called a Jaunty Cart. It was cold and rainy that day also and it was in June! We went around the Ross Castle grounds. That was the last stronghold under Irish control to be taken by Cromwellian forces in 1653.Our Jaunty Cart driver said he'd had a 'jar' or so before he left home to "ward off the chill,don't ya know?"
We also celebrated Scott's 40th birthday which is tomorrow. Forty used to be considered 'middle age' but that concept faded away. I guess 50 must be middle age in today's world. Good Golly Miss Molly, I've gone past both milestones! I did celebrate my birthday on November 19th. Once again I was in the hospital for my big day. Other than the fact that I was in a fair amount of pain and discomfort, I had a wonderful day. Lots of visitors, flowers and cards and best of all I lived through it! If I was middle aged at 50, I should have 14 years to go! We'll see how that goes. Ciao
First, I want to welcome Kathy back to the blogging world. It was great reading her new entries. Maybe she can get back in the swing of it and continue to blog. Georgia's picture was cool. OK, Kathy, now we have to get Dolberry back in the loop. I know he wants to rest on his laurels, he is sure that he cannot possibly get any better than the masterpiece he ended with on May 17, 2010. He posed a question about DaVinci. Did he go on and do any thing else after his masterpiece? Well, maybe not but his neck hurt and his back ached and his landlord booted him out because he had not taken a bath until the Chapel gig was completed. We all wished that he had gone on to even greater things, but alas he deprived us of his talent. Hardly a one hit wonder! We're counting on you, Dolberry!
It looks like we are in for another ice station Zebra type winter, or maybe fall, the snow has already closed the schools down and it is only December. It is bitter cold but undaunted we stood up to the elements and had a fantastic time last Saturday night celebrating Kristin's birthday. We, the Boards, Karen & Paul, the Lally's and I, ate dinner at the Spaghetti Factory and then took a horse drawn carriage ride around downtown Louisville. It was raining slightly and cold but we were dressed for the occasion and were all comfy on the ride. The carriage has a top so we were not actually rained on. We drove all around the downtown area, saw The Yum Center, the Light Up Louisville area with the official Christmas Tree, and all of the lighted trees, wreaths, and decorations in store windows and doors. We sang Jingle Bells as a warm up tune and then went on to sing every Christmas song we could think of. All joined in. What a jolly time! We ended the evening at Tim and Kris's for cake and ice cream. (Also a bit of Bailey's, Just enough to warm our bones.)
When Linda and I were in Ireland a few years back, we took a similar ride on what they called a Jaunty Cart. It was cold and rainy that day also and it was in June! We went around the Ross Castle grounds. That was the last stronghold under Irish control to be taken by Cromwellian forces in 1653.Our Jaunty Cart driver said he'd had a 'jar' or so before he left home to "ward off the chill,don't ya know?"
We also celebrated Scott's 40th birthday which is tomorrow. Forty used to be considered 'middle age' but that concept faded away. I guess 50 must be middle age in today's world. Good Golly Miss Molly, I've gone past both milestones! I did celebrate my birthday on November 19th. Once again I was in the hospital for my big day. Other than the fact that I was in a fair amount of pain and discomfort, I had a wonderful day. Lots of visitors, flowers and cards and best of all I lived through it! If I was middle aged at 50, I should have 14 years to go! We'll see how that goes. Ciao
Friday, November 12, 2010
I guess as one grows older it is only natural that one gets'set in one's ways'. I myself have fallen victim to that. I like to get up in the morning and after my morning ablutions, retrieve the news paper from the bushes, under the porch furniture, or somewhere in the vacinity of my porch and continue with my morning ritual. I first put the kettle on for a cup of tea and then make my decision as to what I will have for breakfast.
I like to take my breakfast of choice and sit at my kitchen table and read the news paper while I enjoy my repast and watch the birds at my feeders. It is a leisurely time and a time to gear up for the day ahead. A time to ponder the imponderables. If time permits, I work the cross-word puzzle and then finally I'm ready to face the day!
I am well aware, as I've written before, that the news paper is inferior and not always accurate in some of its reporting but I still don't want to break with tradition. Could I cozy up to my computer with tea cup in hand and tolerate the birds frisking about with no audience to appreciate them and...well, you get the message.
I have my paper bill paid with a bank draft. Each month $17.75 is withdrawn from my account automatically. I can check all of the withdrawals on my on-line account. Yesterday, when I checked my account I noticed that I was charged $19.50 by the Courier.
I promptly called to question why the price had gone up. Now, it is possible that there was some kind of communication published in the paper concerning this change but I either missed it or put it out of my mind. After the usual phone game : press 1 for...,press 2 for... I finally reached a human being. When I stated my purpose for calling, he said," Well that extra charge is for the Thanksgiving day paper"
"Are you serious! I have to pay extra for that paper?"
" Well,that is our biggest paper of the year."
" Why didn't you reduce the price of the Monday paper? It is a joke. A neighborhood paper is bigger than it is and we are still paying full price for it each month." It's hardly worth going outside on a cold morning and searching for the miserable little excuse for a news paper.
I told him that the Thanksgiving edition has very little news and filled with advertizements. Having had experience with the publishing of papers and magazines, I know for a fact that they could afford to give the paper away because all of the revenue comes from the advertisements! I told him he could give me a paper without advertisements,
He said when you signed up for the paper you signed a 'disclaimer' saying you understood that the Thanksgiving edition would cost extra!
I was sorely tempted to ask his age but I restrained myself and I used my "I'm outraged" voice to say " You mean in 1958 when I agreed to take the Courier Journal, I signed a paper saying I would pay extra for the Thanksgiving edition in 2010??? "
He said," I will credit your account with the $1.85. Have a nice day!"
It's the principle of the thing! Ciao
I like to take my breakfast of choice and sit at my kitchen table and read the news paper while I enjoy my repast and watch the birds at my feeders. It is a leisurely time and a time to gear up for the day ahead. A time to ponder the imponderables. If time permits, I work the cross-word puzzle and then finally I'm ready to face the day!
I am well aware, as I've written before, that the news paper is inferior and not always accurate in some of its reporting but I still don't want to break with tradition. Could I cozy up to my computer with tea cup in hand and tolerate the birds frisking about with no audience to appreciate them and...well, you get the message.
I have my paper bill paid with a bank draft. Each month $17.75 is withdrawn from my account automatically. I can check all of the withdrawals on my on-line account. Yesterday, when I checked my account I noticed that I was charged $19.50 by the Courier.
I promptly called to question why the price had gone up. Now, it is possible that there was some kind of communication published in the paper concerning this change but I either missed it or put it out of my mind. After the usual phone game : press 1 for...,press 2 for... I finally reached a human being. When I stated my purpose for calling, he said," Well that extra charge is for the Thanksgiving day paper"
"Are you serious! I have to pay extra for that paper?"
" Well,that is our biggest paper of the year."
" Why didn't you reduce the price of the Monday paper? It is a joke. A neighborhood paper is bigger than it is and we are still paying full price for it each month." It's hardly worth going outside on a cold morning and searching for the miserable little excuse for a news paper.
I told him that the Thanksgiving edition has very little news and filled with advertizements. Having had experience with the publishing of papers and magazines, I know for a fact that they could afford to give the paper away because all of the revenue comes from the advertisements! I told him he could give me a paper without advertisements,
He said when you signed up for the paper you signed a 'disclaimer' saying you understood that the Thanksgiving edition would cost extra!
I was sorely tempted to ask his age but I restrained myself and I used my "I'm outraged" voice to say " You mean in 1958 when I agreed to take the Courier Journal, I signed a paper saying I would pay extra for the Thanksgiving edition in 2010??? "
He said," I will credit your account with the $1.85. Have a nice day!"
It's the principle of the thing! Ciao
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