I've driven all over the country. Well not in LA traffic. Personally I've found the northeast to be the worst. Atlanta is bad along with many other places. The only place I've had a two hour drive turn into a four to five hour drive more than three times is around Boston and west of Boston.
I must be poor! Always looking for firewood,splitting wood hauling wood,feeding the burner. Now my wife AKA "Mrs. Bill Gates" doesn't do a lick of it and she has all the money! So I can see where the woman was coming from! Gary
We've got what we got. And we got a heating system that we can control, not a heating system that can control us. I guess if wood heat is poor, then I choose to be poor. That mother in the store thinks she is rich. And sadly she is teaching her daughter to be the same.
I really hate the label "poor", yea alot of people don't have alot of money or any extra, but as long as they're living a happy life is all that matters. That lady is probably in debt up to her neck trying not to be "poor". The way it was portrayed to the daughter made it sound as if it was a bad thing. Sure hope her cc never gets declined and she has to figure out how to provide something. They most likely view everything as a consumable and would be the first to ask for a handout if times got tough, probably view anyone who does manual labor for work as beneath them and would just sit and wait for someone to come save them instead of trying to figure it out.
Oh so very well done. Shows today's values to the tee! All our relatives think we are insane, "working ourselves to death for what" . They cannot comprehend that we are having a great time doing it. What work? We just play hard
Both my wife and I grew up poor. Our parents heated with wood and sometimes a little coal mixed in. In addition, when school let out we had to go home because there were chores to do while city kids got to goof around and didn't have chores. We wore a lot of second hand clothing, but it didn't bother us as the clothes were still good and we gave them away when we were through with them. Our vehicles rarely went to a garage for fixing, but they kept running all the same. Wife and I married and new home for us had oil heat. Thought we'd like it. We didn't. After a couple of moves we again found ourselves trying to heat with oil...but switched. We are deemed poor by some folks still today but it does not bother us. I well remember a couple times when others thought we were poor because we did not have a lot of the "things" they did. Then, hard times came, as they usually do from time to time. Yet our life style never changed but theirs did...big times. So, who was it that was poor? So we just plug along and both of us are very happy with what we have. No, we don't have a lot by other people's standards, but by ours, we do.
How many "rich folk" have a group of friends show up on their doorstep lookin to help with chores when they get home from the horspital?! I don't think that happens much in yuppie-land...the only place I've seen people come together on that scale are "po country folk"...example, I have a farmer neighbor whos SIL was killed in a tragic accident, and then his wife had a stroke and was pretty day to day as far as survival, both right at harvest time last year...the neighbors got together and cut all his beans for him, in one day...took 'em to the elevator too, and then to top it all off, the co-op gave him a few months of free storage!
Sounds familiar. Oh, I also just found out that my favorite pair of wood cutting jeans were Ralph Lauren's. They finally ripped apart yesterday. They were from 2003.
Get a look at this site. If you had to heat. Your house with their wood you would go broke. There are other suppliers to restaurants that are even more ridiculous. Fire It Up Firewood
Y'all oughten to try I-95 thru near Washington and Maryland, especially about 8 in the morning. Dem' people are all nuts........
so true, I had to deal with that mess on a daily basis when I was assigned to Walter Reed Army Hospital during Desert Storm. 6 months of it. that was too much for this Maine Man. I was driving a full size station wagon back then.
