We awoke to more snow this morning -- the nice, fluffy kind that falls silently and beautifully. Bobbie got right out to begin the first round of clearing. Our aging backs have taught us to shovel early and often to keep the loads light. In this wisdom are the echoes of that great philosopher of my life, Grandpa Pete (who was nearly immortalized in the, sadly, unfinished rock opera, Pete, but that is another story) who
was fond of reminding us that: (in his best rendition of a generic native American voice) "Red man build small fire, sit close to keep warm. White man build big fire, sit way back, keep warm hauling wood." It's a cute "sound bite" -- and one that packs a philosophic payload:Keep it small. Keep it simple. Keep it manageable.
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And of course, you remember the other fine American Indian joke.
'Indian drive down road take another swig of whisky.
Bridge coming down road, pull over to let bridge go by.
Bang! Give me another one.'
Ah, what a delightful memory.
And Grandpa Pete would be considered a racist in todays society not just politically incorrect.
Ok, you guys are messing with my denial system here. Cut it out!
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