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barbie gee wrote:
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> On Mon, 22 Aug 2016, tert in seattle wrote:
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>> Dave Smith wrote:
>>> On 2016-08-22 5:24 PM, tert in seattle wrote:
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>>>> Anyhow one of the things I noticed while driving in northwest New Mexico
>>>> was how many roadside memorials there are. Not sure why so many but each
>>>> of those was set up by a person to express their sense of loss or to
>>>> relieve the accompanying pain, or however you want to describe it.
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>>> I hate those things and there has been some controversy about them here.
>>> Most of the time they would be more appropriate as Darwin Award
>>> nominations because the people killed were the authors of their
>>> misfortune. The one closest to our house in on a curve in the road
>>> where there was a head one collision. There were four local residents
>>> injured in one vehicle and three fatalities in the other one. The local
>>> residents were returning from a nice winter vacation in the south. The
>>> other vehicle contained three drunks who had been partying at the
>>> casinos in Niagara Falls after the funeral for the brother of one of the
>>> deceased. The brother had died of a drug over dose, and according to
>>> the friend of my son, he had bought the drugs from his brother.
>>>
>>> The next closest was a single vehicle accident where a woman lost
>>> control on a very gentle curve on the road, one that is not the least
>>> bit challenging .... unless you are texting, like she was. The next
>>> closest to that was the result of a crash involving a car travelling in
>>> excess of 70 mph in a 30 mph zone. He lost it on the curve on a hill
>>> and slammed into the rock beside the road.
>>>
>>> Our neighbours three doors down the road refused to allow on their lawn.
>>> The deceased in that one was a teenager with a crotch rocket. It was
>>> early spring and the start of the motorcycle season.I used to get home
>>> from work at 3:45 and within 5 minutes of my arrival this kid would come
>>> flying down the street with a 30 mph limit doing 70-80 mph. It
>>> happened every day for a week and a half until one day a car coming the
>>> other way had to move over to the other side of the road to avoid a
>>> gaggle of geese on the road. He crested the hill at high speed and
>>> slammed into her car so hard that he was killed on impact and parts of
>>> his motorcycle flew as far as 200 ft.
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>>> Hordes of his high school friends were coming out everyday, parking on
>>> their lawn and putting up crosses and other memorials. It was
>>> distressing enough for the neighbours to have to deal with that death on
>>> front of their house but the memorials were a real annoyance to them.
>>> They had seen his daily antics as much as I had and were totally
>>> unsympathetic. We all knew the kid was an accident looking for a place
>>> to happen and had small comfort from the fact that no one elese was
>>> killed by his stupidity.
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>> "A myriad of men* are born; they labor and sweat and struggle for bread;
>> they squabble and scold and fight; they scramble for little mean
>> advantages over each other. Age creeps upon them; infirmities follow;
>> shames and humiliations bring down their prides and their vanities. Those
>> they love are taken from them and the joy of life is turned to aching
>> grief. The burden of pain, care, misery, grows heavier year by year. At
>> length ambition is dead; pride is dead; vanity is dead; longing for
>> release is in their place. It comes at last - the only unpoisoned gift
>> ever had for them - and they vanish from a world where they were of no
>> consequence; where they achieved nothing; where they were a mistake and a
>> failure and a foolishness; where they have left no sign that have existed -
>> a world which will lament them a day and forget them forever. Then
>> another myriad takes their place and copies all they did and goes along
>> the same profitless road and vanishes as they vanished - to make room
>> for another and another and a million other myriads to follow the same
>> arid path through the same desert and accomplish what the first myriad
>> and all the myriads that came after it accomplished - nothing!"
>>
>> * and women
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> CITE!
goog sez Mark Twain
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