Open letter to the busybodies of Cambridge
Dear Busybody at Dorchester Hospital,
Thank you for your concern over my dog. Silly me thought a cloudy, forty-five degree
day would be a fine day for me and my dog to run my route. Instead of spending ten to twelve hours home
alone wondering if I'm coming home, I thought my dog would be better off with
me. We take several walks along the
river, share lunch, and sniff around a couple of other places along my
route. At her age, she doesn't care to
chase anything anymore, but she still enjoys sniffing around a field.
She mostly sleeps while I run my route - nestled on her
bedding on the floor right under the heat.
Chihuahuas are cold by nature, but she's older now and needs to get
practically on top of a heat source. I
never thought she might rather be home, alone, under the covers on the couch
rather than be with me under covers with gentle heat warming her bones.
Don't get me wrong.
Even though she's on the floor sleeping most of the day, she knows the
timing of our stops. She jumps up on
the seat in anticipation. Amazing how
dogs can know that. The five to fifteen
minutes stop every hour and a half or so seems to be enough for her. Many days, she gets out, sniffs and marks
her spot, then returns to the car. Some
days are just too cold or wet for her and she'd rather be under the warm
heat. Other days, she sniffs around a
little longer before she's ready to go.
I didn't always work ten or more hours a day with no
holidays or vacations. Family
situations change and my family's routine - including both of my dogs' - had to be changed. Yes, my other half has the more active dog
all day because that route affords more rabbit hunting time.
Anonymous note left on my car by a busybody |
Wait a minute. Why
am I explaining this? It takes a
special sort of fortitude to leave an anonymous note rudely written for a
stranger that relies solely on unfounded assumptions and accusations. Now I could be wrong so please, enlighten
me as to why you felt compelled to step in my business armed with nothing more
than you saw my dog in the car.
Now my turn to get condescendingly rude as you did over my
dog.
If you cared about your fellow man as much as you pretend to
care about my dog, the world would be a much better - and more polite -
place. Let's start with your propensity
to write notes instructing a stranger what to do. Why not put that God-given talent of yours to good use. Start writing your elected officials to better our communities, state, and
country for everyone.
Suddenly speechless?
Let me help you get started.
Demand across the board pay cuts in government pay. They've forgotten they're public servants. If they think minimum wage is good enough
for us common folk, it's good enough for them.
They work for us and shouldn't be making more than us.
Ask them for their five, ten, and twenty-five year economic
growth plans. Go through them and
edit, add, and delete items you feel need to be changed. They aren't doing a bang up job bringing
meaningful work to Dorchester County so help them out.
Push your state officials to enact a living wage. Currently Maryland's wage sits at $8.75 per
hour, but while many push for a $15 per hour living wage, it could arguably be set higher. Almost half the employees living in
Dorchester County would get a pay raise if the $15 per hour living wage were
enacted across the state.
Get your local and state officials to make the county, and
Maryland, more small business friendly.
If they can't attract good paying jobs to the county (good paying being
closer to a living wage rather than the minimum wage) and no one wants to cork
the growing income inequality and stop the shrinking middle class, then give
the citizens the tools they need to work for themselves.
Fight to protect the family owned farms and independent
watermen struggling to earn a decent living under increasingly burdensome
regulations mostly designed to put them out of business. The farms are being sold to developers to
build a new community or business and the watermen are moving to North Carolina
or the Gulf states where the fishing is more profitable. Once the farms are paved over and the
watermen leave, there is no getting them back.
Two noted Delmarva cultures will have died.
You get the idea.
There's a lot of struggling families out there living from paycheck to
paycheck and are one major accident or health event from losing
everything. If that event happened to
me, where would my dog sleep then? In
the car with me, but I reckon you'd be compelled to give me another pink note.
And please, don't write your elected officials on a pink sticky note. It's really hard for anyone to take someone who writes on pink sticky notes seriously.
Posted by Five Drunk Rednecks
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