These are the ramblings of a young married couple in the great City of Chicago.
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I am glad most people grow up in environments where the media and activists do not play a role.
A vice principal in New Jersey punished some kids by giving them lunch detention. They had to eat lunch on the gym floor. Not off the floor, but while seated upon the floor.
I can see Kevin, JR, Brian, Corey, Joe, and I having made a ruckus one day and being punished that way. These kids were in elementary school; when I was at Highland and we had finished lunch, our options were to sit on the floor along the walls or go outside for recess. When it rained there was on less option.
Why might this be news? Did I mention the principal is black and the kids are hispanic? The school district investigated and said the punishment was “demeaning and unsafe.”
If Jonah comes home and tells me something like this happened to him, it is another time I hear myself telling him, “So?”
Scott Adams writes about a Time magazine poll that found less than a third of voters think “Good Judgment” is important in a presidential candidate.
He concludes by asking “Does that worry you?”
Yes, very much so.
Last weekend in the suburbs, Ellen “Treffly” Coyne took her children to Wal-Mart to donate some money to Salvation army. As a result she was arrested.
“My 2-year-old had fallen fast asleep,” Coyne said. “It was sleeting, and I said, ‘I’m not going to risk carrying my kid and falling.’”
Pretty sound thinking if you ask me.
So she turned off the engine, put her hazard lights on, locked the car and walked 30 feet from the car to get a few snapshots of the girls, Coyne said.
“I was always within ear- and eyeshot of the car,” Coyne said. “It was a five-minute affair.”
But that was enough time to get the mother of three in serious trouble with the law.
Coyne said when she turned around, a uniformed police officer was standing by her car and told Coyne, “You’re not going anywhere.”
She was not only arrested for child endangerment but like any reasonable person she resisted being arrested. (Resisting arrest has to be the most prevalent charge in America, right?)
So according to the police officer she was endangering her daughter. How did the agents of the state rectify this?
Officers then went to her car and started the engine with the baby inside — “exposing my child to carbon monoxide poisoning,” Coyne said. She assumed the other girls were in police custody.
She assumed wrong. The great protector of children had …
“…abandoned my other daughters at the Wal-Mart,” said Janecyk, who eventually found them seated on a bench in the Wal-Mart. “I asked them why they didn’t ask for help, but they said the police scared them.”
Is it possible we live in a police state, but generally have not realized it yet?
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This past weekend, Joscelynn’s family threw a baby shower for Jonah. The shower was in Jos’ hometown of Brookston, IN. Brookston is a typical little Hoosier town. It has a couple bars, a gas station, pizza shop, and some other shops.
My understanding of showers is that men are generally not invited and likely discouraged from attending. This being the case, I made alternate plans. I had planed to pass the time at a cafe that I knew had Wi-Fi, however on Saturday this was on the fritz. In lieu of catching up on my reading, I decided to go for a walk around town.
Saturday in Brookston was hot, but amazingly beautiful. The sun was bright in the brilliantly blue sky lightly packed with majestic clouds. A picture perfect day. I grabbed my camera from the car and started to wander around town.
Brookston, like all other small towns in the Midwest, has a skyline dominated by one building rising above all the other buildings and the trees as a reminder of why the town is there in the first place, a grain elevator. Elevators are beautiful and remind me of everything great about my childhood. I have great memories of going to the Co-op in Gessie with Grandpa Miller and Ryan just to hang out. The Co-op is where Grandpa spent much of his time when he was not working. The elevator is the hub of farming life; this is quite natural because that is where the money is. The elevator is a bank for grain and your sales agent when the market is right. In most communities it also provides agri-services during the whole year, from spreading fertilizer to grain drying and a wide range between.
Another reason to notice the elevator is that we are at the hight of harvest and there were semis rolling in and out of town all weekend long. Of course, I was drawn to this traffic mixed with my above described affection for elevators. I started down Wood St and realized it was going to be an even better day for pictures than I had thought. The grass was so green, soaking up the last bits of summer light they could. The sun was reflecting amazingly off of the buildings. I started snapping.
I took a couple pictures as I approached the elevator and framed up a couple more. Something I try to keep in mind while taking photos is to not get over zealous. I strongly support the right to private property. However, while photographing I have to remind myself that no matter how good a shot might look a couple feet into someone’s yard, I ought not be in their yard unless I have received permission. This is as true for giant multinational companies like ADM, who cooperate the Brookston elevator, as it is for individuals. The elevator also had posted “no trespassing” on its welcome sign. There was not a fence marking the property but I made my best guess that the road leading to the scales and parking lot off of Wood St was private property.
I took a couple more pictures I had been framing. As I snapped the last one, a truck pulled up. There were two men inside who did not identify themselves. The passenger said I could not take pictures there. I said OK and started to walk away. I figured I must have crossed the property line unknowingly and was willing to reverse that. As I walked away, the passenger demanded I give him my camera. I said “No, I am not giving you my camera.” He had a look of astonishment that I still see plainly in my mind today. A look that said he fully expected me to just give him my property while his sat in a running vehicle.
After my denial I continued to walk away and the men exited the truck and radioed to their boss. They repeated that I could not take pictures there and for me to give them my camera. Then they stopped me in my tracks by saying they would call the sheriff. I am brave and principled, but I didn’t want to spend the night in Monticello even if I know I would win in the end.
I told them I would erase the pictures I took on their property. The first man came over and watched me remove those pictures. He then wanted to see the picture before that. When I showed it to him, he said I had to delete it too. This picture is clearly taken from the middle of the public street and I was not going to remove it.
And then I was implicated as a terrorist.
I said he could make me remove a picture I had taken on public property. He said I could not take pictures of the elevator. His partner repeated the threat of calling the sheriff. I asked what the sheriff would tell me, is it illegal to take pictures from public property in White County? The second man then asked if I had “a hard on for elevators”? The first man rightly sensed his friend had said something stupid and inappropriate and tried to silence him, but I took the opportunity to respond that I was fascinated by elevators and grow up around them.
They again repeated that I had to hand over my camera because you cannot take pictures of the elevator. “You know with all the stuff going on.” I don’t think I am stretching to connect the dots to the “war on terror”.
I repeated that he could not dictate the pictures I took on public land. I said something to the effect of, “Is’t the distinction between public and private property along with being secure in ones property the foundation of America.” He said these days maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. “What do you think!? Do you think about what YOU believe?,” I said.
I never heard his response because his boss pulled up. The boss asked what was going on and the man accurately explained. The boss had a look like, “big deal.” And he said it was fine and let me go.
After this, the elevator became even more of a focus of my pictures. but I will never be able to replace the two amazing pictures I deleted. And nothing will return elevators to only places of good memories.
I blog for the exact same reason as Scott Adams (Dilbert cartoonist):
There is nothing more frustrating than writing a perfect sentence and not being able to publish it. That’s why I love having this blog. Otherwise, it’s just me and the cat having a laugh at how witty I could have been. And it’s creepy when the cat laughs because I can never be sure we’re laughing at the same thing.
(HT: Vallywag)