If I ever get enough money to power ole Barth out of the driveway, I will take a different approach documenting my travels and non-travels. Or shall I call them parkings?. I recently noted the glut of small, inexpensive flash video cams now available. And I believe that since I am not a professional level photographer, mini-movies may tell the story better than snapshot-quality still. So I have a highly rated but inexpensive flash-cam on order. And one to return to BestBuy that did not live up to my expectations. The Sanyo is not the most fully featured, particularly in the zoom category. But otherwise excellent.
A Digression: Man, Dire Straits sounds great through those old 1970s Sony MDR-20W earphones!!!! It is amazing how technology can sometimes regress.
“Man”, I said. Yup, I use that word a lot. But it can get one into trouble, much as the phrase “you people” when applied to an unreasonable airport security guard that happens to be black! His tunnel vision allowed him to only hear “black”, clearly a racist view, when I clearly was referring to the larger picture that he, as a security guard, had just requisitioned my billfold from me, which contained my only connection with reality in our panic-stricken society.
Remember those old Nazi movies where everyone on the train was always asked to show their ‘papers’, and if they looked a little strange the person was placed on the train on the next track headed, well, you know where? Is this country approaching that, or what? Just do not let The Man take your billfold.
The prior time “Man” got me into trouble was when my Mom passed away. The SSA, as usual, placed an immediate hold on the last deposit they made to her account, as they posted in advance, and they wanted it back. I am sure that the $300 was about to break the feds!
But that was the least of my worries. The stupid official at the on-line bank we used for her checking account locked her ENTIRE ACCOUNT! During a heated conversation with the bank, whereas I was explaining to them that the feds had no claim on any monies above the value of the SS deposit, and that I needed funds to pay creditors, not to mention bury her. His non-cooperative attitude turned to hostility and a hang up when I referred to him something like, “MAN, YOU CAN NOT DO THAT!” That was the first time I was ever discriminated against as a white person, by a white that I surmise, thought I was Black!
Despite the degraded conversation, a later attempt to contact him was fruitless, but his ‘assistant’ told me that the hold had been lifted, and to go away.
Hey, how did I get from movies to Nazis to the SSA? See, with the flexibility of movie panning I could have tracked that tangent, but a still snapshot that I started with left you open for a complete blindside; you didn’t even see it coming. I make my case, Movies it is. With an occasional still to focus your attention, which is more subtle than a 2×4.
