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Ramblin' Roses and Flyin' Bricks
Not getting any smarter
The late Earl Tucker

May 8, 1957 When a man gets as old as I am he's supposed to have at least walking-about sense, but I can't see that I'm any brighter than I was 40 years ago. Monday night, I think it was, it turned off real cold and I should have had enough sense to go out and turn my gas heat back on. Like so many people, I thought two weeks ago that we were about through with winter. That wasn't so bad, my being too lazy to turn the heat on, but during the night it got down to 41 degrees and I came mighty near freezing to death, all because I wouldn't get up and get more cover.

Why will people suffer for eight hours when it could take less than 60 seconds to remedy a situation like that? Too. I reckon I've got more cover that anybody in Alabama. I've got quilts made by my Grandmother, my Mother, my Aunt Minnie and my Cousin Jane. I've got blankets and comforts I've bought during the years plus a lot I stole on hunting and fishing trips. They're stacked in closets, cedar chests and old boxes all over the place, yet I was too lazy or something to get up and get one.

In the Same Boat Telling of my experience the next day, I got a little satisfaction out of the fact that I wasn't the only one that had a miserable night. Some of the people I talked to were not lazy, either, but they were plumb disgusted with themselves for spending a cold and sleepless night. Why did they do it? Nobody seems to know.

Occasionally, in the small hours of night, I'll hear a strange noise in the house or yard and I'll jump out of bed and try to find out what caused it. I hardly ever do, but its no trouble at all for me to get up and look around. Most of the time I think the bumping noises are caused when the termites finish eating most of a plank and let the ends fall. The yard noises are probably cats and dogs on their way to whatever they call their night-time gatherings.

I'll get up to stop a leaking faucet or to check to see if I turned the alarm clock on. I'll get up to see if I left a burning cigarette on the sofa. If I hear a hungry mouse gnawing away on something in the rear of the house I'll get up and beat around on the walls in an effort to make him do his gnawing some other place. There are other things I'll get up for, but if I'm freezing slap to death I can't get up for more cover.

Immune to Germ

On account of my stupidity, laziness, or whatever it was, I have come down with a severe cold, bordering on flu and pneumonia. It's a funny thing about me. We are told that we catch a cold from a "germ" and not from exposure. Other people may catch colds that way but not me. What causes me to have a cold is sitting in a draft, getting too hot or too cold. I've been watching it for a long time and a germ doesn't bother me a bit.

However, when we stop to think about it, bad habits are just like freezing to death. Maybe we smoke too much and we know good and well we should quit but we keep right on doing it. Maybe we are eating ourselves into the cemetery, and although we know what we're doing, we keep on eating. Maybe we're working too hard, realizing that its going to shorten our days on earth, but we keep right on working. Not me, you understand, but some folks. I realize I'm not work- ing hard enough, but I can't seem to much about that either.

Being smart like I am, though, I've finally figured out a solution this getting-cold-inthe night business during the month of May. I'm going to pile all my blankets on the bed and then kick them off one at a time until I get comfortable. It's always been mighty easy for me to kick, even when I'm half asleep. Most people I know are the same way.
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