tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247350212550914879.post1155041277205448988..comments2024-03-04T15:59:34.907-07:00Comments on Frankenstein Government: Melrose- The Sunday CollageBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009623520148094685noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247350212550914879.post-3179601137540716752023-07-23T14:49:26.204-06:002023-07-23T14:49:26.204-06:00Evocative piece, almost a lament for times gone by...Evocative piece, almost a lament for times gone by. Those times weren't always good, but I recall special things that seem to be missing now. There is a place north of Seattle called Lummi Island. You get there by rickety ferry boat. Beautiful views. The residents wave at everyone. I was confused, then enchanted. Maybe paradise isn't a place, but a way of being. Thanks for taking us along to Melrose.Fifihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00844930033914694283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247350212550914879.post-33659687400250089612014-06-29T10:49:43.868-06:002014-06-29T10:49:43.868-06:00My folks both grew up in the country and waved at ...My folks both grew up in the country and waved at everyone. So you are probably right. In Boise- nobody waves.Brianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11009623520148094685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247350212550914879.post-71175029234948373982014-06-29T10:47:49.508-06:002014-06-29T10:47:49.508-06:00Hi RM. I got to wander over to your site- I miss y...Hi RM. I got to wander over to your site- I miss you.Brianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11009623520148094685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247350212550914879.post-68562673915748588602014-06-24T15:21:44.630-06:002014-06-24T15:21:44.630-06:00We wave to everybody in my subdivision. In the car...We wave to everybody in my subdivision. In the car, a one-two finger salute from the steering wheel is appropriate. I get real nervous when someone doesn't wave back. <br />However, I've noticed in the waiting room, or even at church sometimes, people seem unable to communicate.republicanmotherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07771957484079419477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247350212550914879.post-11567833267292943092014-06-24T11:38:11.387-06:002014-06-24T11:38:11.387-06:00I blame the parents. I grew up with "never t...I blame the parents. I grew up with "never talk to strangers" that did not mean ignore strangers. Parents are too "busy" to coach and foster their kids. Just parents with wacked priorities in my opinion.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247350212550914879.post-17963012750500638582014-06-23T19:03:46.468-06:002014-06-23T19:03:46.468-06:00I think I've spent too much time in the city. ...I think I've spent too much time in the city. All I see is kids on phones and you'd think it was a sin to make any eye contact at all. That was a real Opie Taylor moment in Melrose and I suppose it reminded me of an innocent time when kids actually trusted strangers. Brianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11009623520148094685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247350212550914879.post-7359154322608301962014-06-23T13:14:21.764-06:002014-06-23T13:14:21.764-06:00I make an effort to say hello when I make eye cont...I make an effort to say hello when I make eye contact. I was taught that by my parents. In my 30's I lost the habit only to regain it when I moved south. Back here in the north the last 20 years I make it a point to wave at 4 way stops, nod hello in the market, funny how people really try to avoid eye contact. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com