Something About Ideals

When my children were younger and

still under my parental care at home,

had someone asked me what I would

do to make the world a better place

for them when they grew enough to

be on their own, I may have answered,

stop the wars, eliminate famine and

provide good and decent jobs for every-

one willing and able to work. Those out

there who know something about gram-

mar and structure would say—there is a

better way. You used too many words

without a break, causing confusion with

the run-on sentence you have just con-

structed. Forgive me, dear reader, I have

been known to compound and draw-out

many a situation. Besides, those wishes I

have stated are pie-in-the-sky ideals which

in my lifetime or my kids could likely never

be achieved. There are just some things of

great and overwhelming proportions which

one man could never hope to realize. Now,

you take may grandmother for instance, an

astute student from the Old School Way of

thinking—survivor of the Dust Bowl and

Great Depression, who proudly yet grudg-

ingly sent her two sons off to World War

Two, had you asked her what she would

prescribe to help make the world a better

place for the next generation, she would

have most assuredly said—That sort of thing

has to be left to a power far greater than I.

What say we bake a batch of your favorite

oatmeal cookies, enough to share with the

neighbors? Let’s begin there.

Chris Hanch 4-8-19