Saying goodbye is hard to do…..Friends, employees, and family (my granddaughter) are sending kids off to college this year and I am astonished by the difference between going off to college now and how it was with my own children when they went off the college.
Because I was busy starting a newspaper when both Sherry and Michael went off to college, I simply helped them load their cars and sent them on their way. They were barely going 200 miles from home so I didn’t think it necessary to accompany them. Looking back, they were probably scared as they embarked on their new life, but I didn’t even think of that. I just figured they were so glad to get away from home that they would do just fine. Quite honestly, I didn’t think about it at all except to think that I was going to miss them somewhat.
For their whole time in college, I visited them on campus perhaps twice. I never saw inside one of Sherry’s rooms in Austin. I would pull up out front and honk if she were going to New Mexico or Colorado during ski season with us or to West Texas to visit relatives.
Michael was in San Marcus and I went there twice–once for some departmental tea with him and once to his apartment to move furniture.
Both kids came home on weekends a lot that first year so I really didn’t have time to visit them anyway. They were always in Houston!
But now, kids go off to college and their parents talk to them daily. The difference between then and now is the cell phone. When my own kids went to college, the only way I could call them or they could call home was if they called collect from the three or four phones located in the dorm, or from a pay phone.
I couldn’t call them except to call the switchboard in their dorm which would call up to their floor, then someone would go knock on their door.
In other words, it was almost impossible to communicate with them. Now cell phones allow both parties to remain in constant communication. This allows both parent and child to wean themselves away from each other in a more gradual manner. I figure by January, we won’t talk to my granddaughter more than once a week.
Dream on……I noticed that everyone’s favorite curmudgeon, Andy Rooney, turned in his typewriter on “60 Minutes” this week. In his farewell presentation, Andy admitted that he first wrote whatever he was going to say then read it for the camera. So the typewriter (or computer) was still his form of communication. He just delivered it via camera.
Well, I’m sure some of my family and staff wistfully watched Andy make his farewell address and wished “if only….”
I’m sorry to disappoint my detractors, but I ain’t retiring. Not for a long time. Like Andy, I feel I have the perfect job.
I can flit around the county and complain about various things or I can reminisce about days gone by or I can try to inform and educate about something happening in the county, state, or even world. And some weeks, I try to do all three. Why would I want to quit a job like that?
So forget it! I had one elected official tell me not too long ago that before they did something, they think about whether they want to see their actions in Bev’s Burner.
Now who in Fort Bend would take over the job of keeping Fort Bend straight? The Sun? Nobody even knows anyone over there nor do they ever see them at any events. P.S. I may not be there but my eyes are everywhere. The Fort Bend Independent (not)? Heck fire, they only have an answering machine.
So I might retire if someone came along and had the guts to use a proctoscope on elected officials. And speaking of elected officials…..The main reason I regret Rick Perry running for president is that now everybody all over the world knows the type of person Texans elect over and over to run our state. He touts his record and come to find out his record includes giving money from the Texas Enterprise Fund to such crooks as Countywide Mortgage and Washington Mutual and their subsidiaries engaged in risky lending shortly after receiving grants from the guv’s private taxpayer slush fund. If you remember, this risky lending lead to a whole mess of foreclosures and Texas was left with a diminished treasury. So the state had to cut funding for schools and firefighters and policemen, but the state continued to pay for Rick Perry’s extensive travel while he was living in a $10,000 a month housing.
It’s funny to me that Rick Perry is a millionaire and has never done anything but draw a state paycheck. Something is wrong here.
Then we notice that he gets real ticked off if anyone questions him about his actions. He draws up high behind and says “you have no heart” or “do you think I would sell out for $5,000?”
No we don’t governor. We think it would take a lot more than $5,000.
Like most con men, Rick Perry has great personal charm. I’ve met him several times and he always shakes your hand and looks you in the eye like he wants to go steady with you. And that’s just the men he meets..