Do Not Feed the Bears

Vermont lawmakers passed only 89 new statutes this year, and dozens of them took effect with the start of the new fiscal year last Monday.

Among the new laws, Act 200 replaced the state’s criminal penalties for possessing marijuana with civil fines. Another gave local and state officials the authority to inspect home-based breeders of dogs, cats and wolf-hybrids. A third instructed employers to “consider in good faith” requests for flexible work schedules.

The State of Vermont also made it illegal to feed bears.

Legislators did go a little overboard again this year but that one strikes me as one of those are you Nuts? rules. After all, is anyone reading this actually out there in the dooryard singing “here beary, beary, beary” and whistling?

Lordy Lordy™.

“You’ll starve!” Liz Arden said.

I know!!! I AM™ soooooooooo worried.

I want to know if the law targets only gay bears or if it is every man who might be furrier than me.

Oh.

Forrest Hammond, the state wildlife biologist, reports that bears are looking for food at bird feeders, bee hives, chicken coops, cookie jars, and the like all across Vermont.

So maybe “feeding” the bears means leaving a bird feeder out or letting them eat the chickens in your coop.

Next year, Act 1999 will make it illegal to feed burglars by leaving your jewelry on the bureau. And to feed car thieves by leaving the keys…

 

Guest Post: George says It Was Mis-Identification

Years ago I went to the supermarket breakfast section and ordered toast and butter for fifty-cents.  That day I was not particularly well groomed — in fact I was downright raunchy.  I was a man in his seventies.  My white beard was scraggly, my hair was unkempt, and I looked like I had dressed in a hurry in a burning house.  But I was hungry and not concerned about what people thought.

I was into my second slice of toast when I sensed a female figure standing nearby.  I lifted my eyes to behold a late middle-age woman with blue hair, nicely dressed.   I squinted — thinking that she wanted to canvass me for a donation to some liberal cause–for which I have a dozen practiced reasons whereby I can sensibly decline.   But this was not the case.

“Sir?”  She said, before I could speak.

“Yes, Ma’am?” I squeaked.

She extended a frail hand which held a half-folded five dollar bill.  “Sir, I give you this in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth.”

I held back my embarrassed gasp and feigned humility — as I realized she had (mis)taken me for one of the homeless guys who begs at the intersection.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” I garbled, as I turned my eyes away and shyly took the bill.

“God bless you, Sir,” she said and quickly walked away.

“Goblusyoumam”, I mumbled to her quickly departing back.

I was both embarrassed and humbled.   And I vowed that in the future I would spiff up before venturing down for breakfast.  And it’s a good thing because I have since seen this good woman shopping with her grandchildren.  I purposely avoid their glances, but it is doubtful that she would recognize me anyway because I have since lost the beard.

My experience with mis-identification has not always been benevolent, as I was once mistaken for a marital interloper and got slammed between the eyes as I exited the men’s room at a local club.   I awoke with my tormentor applying wet toilet paper to my face and apologizing.

In a similar vein, Mr. Patel, who lives a block from me, is from India, and he works at WalMart five days a week.  He is a diligent worker, and when at work, he wears a white shirt and pleated slacks.  But at home he often prefers to drape himself in some variation of his native Hindu bedeckery.   One day he wore it to the Chinese restaurant for lunch, and somebody called him a Muslim.

This morning at WalMart he told me about it and complained.   I jokingly said he ought to wear a sign.   His hot response produced a dab of spittle on his lip–which I did not understand and could not spell if I had.

There is a moral to this story:  Don’t judge people by how they look.   Judge them by how they vote.

– George Poleczech

Faded? FADED?

Liz Arden and I were talking about dog food this morning. She looks for a brand that has plenty of meat and meat by-products, eschews vege loading, doesn’t disgust the human eye or nose, and isn’t “gourmet” priced. Our mutts dined on fresh-frozen horsemeat that we bought in little waxed-cardboard takeout cartons but you can’t hardly find that any more.

“The pups lurve Costco canned food,” she said.

That got me going on chain store brands. I have a Kirkland blue oxford cloth dress shirt that fits well, drapes nicely, has decent stitching, and has a nice hand. Come to think of it, I have a couple of shirts from Wal-Mart that fit the same bill. I might not choose one to impress a client but I would certainly wear them with a tie to go to work.

If I wore ties.

Everybody hates Wal-Mart, though.

Many have good reason. In fact, Google™ came up with about 2,920,000 reasons in 0.27 seconds.

  • The high cost to get low prices;
  • About half of Wal-Mart employees qualify for food stamps;
  • Despite the “Made in America” branding, 85% of Wal-Mart commodities are made overseas with 70% coming from China;
  • Envy: Wal-Mart customers yearn to be Target customers;
  • Wal-Mart is too rich;
  • Wal-Mart customers are too poor;
  • Wal-Mart is building a super center in Puffin County, Vermont.

And the top reason:

  • The stores are always crowded.

A Vermont Environmental Court decision granted Wal-Mart Stores, Inc., permission to build a 147,000-square-foot store in Puffin County. The decision requires Wally to pay the Town additional “public service costs” (such as for fire and police) that its presence cause the Town to incur.

Sadly named Faded Glory t-shirtThe decision is not without precedent in that municipalities often charge developers impact fees before allowing them to build houses and stores.

On the other hand, here comes Wal-Mart, a business that will pay property taxes year in and year out to underwrite public service costs such as the fire and police departments and the schools and the Town gets to charge them extra year after year for the increase in police and fire costs.

Heck, I think as long as we’re putting our hand in their pockets, we should get them to pay extra for satisfying a demand for three ring binders in our schools.

During the negotiations, Wal-Mart released a list of the stores they will put out of business in their first year of operation. The friendly, local bookseller. Gone. The friendly, local drug store. Gone. The friendly local store. Gone. The number of “independent retailers” in the United States declined by 60,000 stores between 1992 and 2007.

For the record, the friendly, local hardware stores either affiliated with the national chains like Ace or True Value or they disappeared, but that happened in the 70s.

I have a different reason not to like Wal-Mart: “Faded Glory.”

Like most large retail and grocery chains, Wal-Mart offers private label store brands, commonly referred to as house brands or generic brands, which consumers expect to be low-priced alternatives to name brand products.

“Faded Glory” is Wal-Mart’s house brand for basic men’s, women’s, and children’s clothing and footwear. It is the store’s primary clothing brand.

Definitions of “Fade”:
1: to lose freshness, strength, or vitality
2: to lose freshness or brilliance of color
3: to sink away : vanish as in “a fading memory”
4: to change gradually in loudness, strength, or visibility
5 (of an automobile brake): to lose braking power gradually
Usage: “He’s trying to recapture the faded glory of his youth.”

Why on Earth would a major chain want its primary customers to think they are fading off to nothingness.

Unless the glory of Sam Walton’s dream has indeed faded.

 

To Launder

No, I’m not coming clean with a new “Dear Dick Launders” column.

Launder verb \’lön-der, ‘län-\
1: to wash in water
2: to make ready for use by washing
3: to sanitize

Related words include cleanse, purge, purify; bleep, blip, cut (out), delete, excise, expunge, gut, x (out); black out, repress, silence, suppress; censure, condemn, denounce; examine, review, screen, and scrutinize, none of which have anything to do with this topic.

Seems a lot to do for a towel and washcloth.

Did you ever wonder why you need to wash (launder) a washcloth? Or a dishrag?

Happy Washing MachineConsider how you use that wash cloth or dish rag. First you submerge it in water to thoroughly wet it. Perhaps simultaneously, you pour on or rub in some soap.

“A soap micelle has a hydrophilic head that is in contact with the water and a center of hydrophobic tails, which can be used to isolate grime.”

Bang the cloth around on bones or dishes for a while. Rinse it out. Maybe lather and repeat. Rinse again. And then wring it dry before hanging it up.

Where have I done that before?

Just exactly what happens when you launder that wash cloth? First you submerge it in water to thoroughly wet it. Perhaps simultaneously, you add soap to the mix. Bang the cloth around on rocks for a while, rinse, and wring dry.

Wait. I did that before you snatched it for the happy washing machine. And yet we need to do it every day?

Really? Every day? Twice?


Next week, we’ll take on towels which spend their entire lives shuttling between mopping up clean water from squeaky bodies and getting beaten on rocks.

 

The Rabbit Died?

Another politically “correct” organization banned Easter eggs this year. And the Easter bunny.

Bunny Ears and TailHo hum.

Truth be told, I’m not keen on the commercialization of Christian holidays — there’s no Pesach Puppy spreading gifts in the grass, now is there — but I’m less enthralled by the airheads who want to tear them down.

After all, I grew up on the ears, the tail, the dip.

“Why do these religious nutcases have to parade their stuff everywhere you look,” my friend Lido “Lee” Bruhl me asked me the other day. “Why can’t they just keep it to themselves?

“I have the right not to have it shoved in my face,” he continued.

What about their right not to have nutcases like you shove your particular perversion in their faces, Lee? Hmmm?

I’ve long said that rust never sleeps. Will Durant once said Barbarism does not die. Both survive mostly because we stop paying attention.

Good Passover and Happy Easter, my friends.