My Saturday was reserved for errands, including a trip to the barber shop. I’m not that picky about
haircuts, but I am choosy about barbers with social skills.<\/p>\n
I frequent the Advance shop. There’s not much in the thriving metropolis of Advance, Indiana, but this is
an old-fashioned barbershop. It has a fifties feel.<\/p>\n
My Barber\u2019s good at making small talk; he\u2019d say that’s part of the job.<\/p>\n
As he was trimmin\u2019 away on what little I have, I struck up conversation by saying I write a column. Ron\u2019s
a good listener, or he\u2019ll contribute to the mix with a sheepish grin or laugh, at times, but instead he asked
if I ever got \u201cWriter’s Block.\u201d \u201cI’m never at a loss for words!\u201d I bragged.<\/p>\n
He went on to ask where I get my stuff from.<\/p>\n
Thought provoking ideas are a dance across the globe – they\u2019re all around us. Life\u2019s a wonder to explore.
(Curiosity is something one must dive into, but many wanna wade)<\/p>\n
I gotta give Ron thanks for this piece.<\/p>\n
When he\u2019s not fashioning a customer’s preference he has a taste for classic cars, as I do and he went on to
talk of that.<\/p>\n
Other customers that morning began to say things like, \u201cRemember the Sky View drive-in?\u201d \u201cDog &
Suds, and the frosted mug Root Beers?\u201d Remembering this and that was a soak for us all. (There is
nothing wrong with remembering old times ~ you might say it conjures up a sense of gratitude for that
which fades)<\/p>\n
I left there to get a paper at the grocery store. The teenage cashier was wearing a Batman T-shirt. When I
said, \u201cGolly, Gee, Batman,\u201d she looked at me like I’d lost my mind! I said, \u201cDon’t you remember Robin
from the Batman series?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRobin, Batman\u2019s companion from the 1960\u2019s television series.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNever seen it.\u201d She replied. Then she added, \u201cWeren’t you in here, earlier?\u201d<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cYeah. Just got back from the Barber Shop.\u201d<\/p>\n
She countered that by making a snide comment about my balding. It was a bold faced, blatant slam the
teen relished in. But instead of putting her in her place I just hung my head and said, \u201cOK … you got me\u201d
and left.<\/p>\n
When I got home I began to sort through the mail. On top of the stack was a catalog we sometimes use.
On the cover was a young boy, about eight or nine I\u2019d say, sitting on a beach ball with one elbow draped
across a knee and the other propped up on his leg with his face in hand and knuckles draped across his
cheek. His countenance was one of utter boredom. And only minutes earlier Ron had made the comment,
\u201cKids don’t know how to play anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
After that I took a sandwich to my wife at work. She likes Subway, and that was my destination. The
lady waiting on me, I\u2019d say she was in her late 20s or early 30s, kept calling me \u201cHon.\u201d I asked if she
called everybody that. Her reply was, \u201cPretty much.\u201d I went on to add, \u201cAnd you used to make fun of
your grandma for callin\u2019 you that.\u201d She smiled and said, \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
My wife and I were born to a different generation, one far different from today. I often jokingly say, \u201cI
remember when you had to get off the couch to change the channels.\u201d In the 50\u2019s I was Dad’s remote. We
had a small black-and-white TV that got four channels.<\/p>\n
Mom could stay home and raise the kids back then, but inflation pretty much killed that notion. They had
prayer in school in those days. And if you were a brat the principal could give you a whack or two. (I got
my share of those, and probably deserved \u2018em.)<\/p>\n
But today things are far different. School-sanctioned prayer is no more, and teachers can’t discipline
children any longer. A lady told me the other day her five-year-old said after the first day of kindergarten
\u201cSchool\u2019s way too long\u201d and refused to go. One day that week the little girl was being so unruly the
teacher had to sit on her. A 10-year-old boy just the other day became so violent at school the police had
to be called. When he became a danger to himself and everyone else the officers used a taser on him.
(They got reprimanded for it)<\/p>\n
There seems to be a lack of respect, a rabid persona, for just about everything now days. Taking pride in a
job well done and working hard is viewed as an idiot\u2019s folly by most people. The sanctity of marriage is
dim anymore. Some of the elite in Washington think the Constitution is outdated and should be abolished
all together. Others think the honor of military service is a joke.<\/p>\n
It ain\u2019t hard being disrespectful. It\u2019s deplorable, but it\u2019s the norm for many. Those wearing that mold
weren’t created that way ~ they\u2019re taught. On the other hand, standing for what’s right, and being
respectful of that deserving such respect, are admirable traits ~ but ones that are learned.<\/p>\n
If you’re a parent, teach respect and diligence. If you’re in the prime of life show the younger crowd
what\u2019s important; take the time. If you\u2019re a fledgling in the venture of life, think past self.<\/p>\n
We\u2019re created in God’s image, with the choices being ours.<\/p>\n
Greg Allen\u2019s column, Thinkin\u2019 Out Loud, is published bi-monthly. He\u2019s an author and the founder of<\/em> \u00a9 Greg Allen ~ All Rights Reserved<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My Saturday was reserved for errands, including a trip to the barber shop. I’m not that picky abouthaircuts, but I am choosy about barbers with social skills. I frequent the Advance shop. There’s not much in the thriving metropolis of Advance, Indiana, but this isan old-fashioned barbershop. It has a fifties feel. My Barber\u2019s good […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[23],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-947","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-23"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alettlewis.com\/non-profit\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/947","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alettlewis.com\/non-profit\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alettlewis.com\/non-profit\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alettlewis.com\/non-profit\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alettlewis.com\/non-profit\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=947"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/alettlewis.com\/non-profit\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/947\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1283,"href":"https:\/\/alettlewis.com\/non-profit\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/947\/revisions\/1283"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alettlewis.com\/non-profit\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=947"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alettlewis.com\/non-profit\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=947"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alettlewis.com\/non-profit\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=947"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Builder of the Spirit in Jamestown, Indiana, a non-profit organization aiding the poor. He can be reached<\/em>
at 765-676-5014 or www.builderofthespirit.org.<\/em><\/p>\n