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Trailer Trash Treasures
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Watching the news earlier on tonight, I'm thinking about the areas of the
world that get hit by natural disasters on a regular. Why these thoughts
are entering into my mind, only God knows, but maybe it had something
to do with drinking too much Blue Label or flying through the air & clouds
at the butt crack of dawn, viewing the world at forty thousand feet about the
ground. Now of course, the most recent thing that Mother Nature has
reminded us of, is Hurricane Katrina, and with the coverage of the
propose purchase of the Dubai Port, the greed of man makes one
wonder, how else can we exploit the profits of those not making one. But
not to dismiss the severity of that, and focus on this topic, I'm thinking
about the things I forget about, while living my life in a world that doesn't
revolve around that subject. You see in California we have earthquakes,
in the Midwest, there's tornado's and wind tunnels. In the south, floods
and hurricanes, and in other areas, you have extremes of heat and cold,
that re-define the word. Its a miraculous thing of what we as people, put
up with for happiness in our own habitat, and the things we don't, for
sadness in others. As you can go to certain areas within your own
community, the contrast of styles and cultures, gives more variety than
which beverage to purchase at the supermarket down the fifty foot aisle
with multiple shelves displaying different products more than likely
owned, by the same parent company. Though I've never been a frequent
visitor of any particular area where ever I've lived, its something to see the
statement many portray, with just their speech, dress and attitude. I mean
think about when you see a few young black guys driving down the street
in a older car with some psychedelic paint job, spinning rims that more
than likely cost more than the car its self, bumpin' music so loud that it
awakens Jimmie Hoffa, and then the low-riders with a few Vato's wearing
Loc glasses, Dickie's and bandannas, cruising to the oldies and slow
jams. Now think of the older men, white and black, playing everything
from classic rock by Jim Croce to jazz by Miles Davis, and think about
what goes through your mind. The many women driving Saturn's and
Honda's, give off the impression of conservative hard working women in
the field of something creative and demanding, as it shows the popularity
of a vehicle that is driven by the media and marketing machines that
promote low interest payments and loose credit checks that include you
in today's society based on supply and demand. Now as the women you
see in mini-vans with car seats, represent someone married or once
involved with someone that left behind a reminder that makes you smile
and cry at the same time, you start realizing that there is probably more to
it, than what you see.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Watching the news earlier on tonight, I'm thinking about the areas of the
world that get hit by natural disasters on a regular. Why these thoughts
are entering into my mind, only God knows, but maybe it had something
to do with drinking too much Blue Label or flying through the air & clouds
at the butt crack of dawn, viewing the world at forty thousand feet about the
ground. Now of course, the most recent thing that Mother Nature has
reminded us of, is Hurricane Katrina, and with the coverage of the
propose purchase of the Dubai Port, the greed of man makes one
wonder, how else can we exploit the profits of those not making one. But
not to dismiss the severity of that, and focus on this topic, I'm thinking
about the things I forget about, while living my life in a world that doesn't
revolve around that subject. You see in California we have earthquakes,
in the Midwest, there's tornado's and wind tunnels. In the south, floods
and hurricanes, and in other areas, you have extremes of heat and cold,
that re-define the word. Its a miraculous thing of what we as people, put
up with for happiness in our own habitat, and the things we don't, for
sadness in others. As you can go to certain areas within your own
community, the contrast of styles and cultures, gives more variety than
which beverage to purchase at the supermarket down the fifty foot aisle
with multiple shelves displaying different products more than likely
owned, by the same parent company. Though I've never been a frequent
visitor of any particular area where ever I've lived, its something to see the
statement many portray, with just their speech, dress and attitude. I mean
think about when you see a few young black guys driving down the street
in a older car with some psychedelic paint job, spinning rims that more
than likely cost more than the car its self, bumpin' music so loud that it
awakens Jimmie Hoffa, and then the low-riders with a few Vato's wearing
Loc glasses, Dickie's and bandannas, cruising to the oldies and slow
jams. Now think of the older men, white and black, playing everything
from classic rock by Jim Croce to jazz by Miles Davis, and think about
what goes through your mind. The many women driving Saturn's and
Honda's, give off the impression of conservative hard working women in
the field of something creative and demanding, as it shows the popularity
of a vehicle that is driven by the media and marketing machines that
promote low interest payments and loose credit checks that include you
in today's society based on supply and demand. Now as the women you
see in mini-vans with car seats, represent someone married or once
involved with someone that left behind a reminder that makes you smile
and cry at the same time, you start realizing that there is probably more to
it, than what you see.