I grew up with practical parents. A mother, God love her, who washed aluminum   
   foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle   
   queen before they had a name for it. A father who was happier getting old   
   shoes fixed than buying new ones.   
       
   Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely   
   a wave away.   
       
   I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house   
   dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dishtowel in the other. It was the time for   
   fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door,   
   the hem in a dress. Things we keep.   
       
   It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing,   
   eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence.   
   Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.   
       
   But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of   
   the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there   
   isn't any more.   
       
   Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to   
   return. So... While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it...   
   And fix it when it's broken... And heal it when it's sick.   
       
   This is true. For marriage... And old cars... And children with bad report   
   cards... And dogs with bad hips... And aging parents... And grandparents. We   
   keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.   
       
   Some things we keep. Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew   
   up with.   
       
   There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who   
   are special... And so, we keep them close!   
       
       
   Regards,   
       
   Roger   
   P.S. This post did not originate with me, but it is an example of the values I   
   was taught as a child.   
      
   --- DB 3.99 + Windows 10   
    * Origin: NCS BBS - Houma, LoUiSiAna (1:3828/7)