Memoirs

Memoirs, as someone put it, are slices of life. They're just a small but significant portion of the whole story. And that's what this is -- snippets of my story.

Friday, August 12, 2005

In which I hate the price of gas

It's $2.32-2.39/gal in Marshall for the cheap stuff. Haven't seen more than two prices in Fargo yet and don't remember what they were, but I'm sure it's not much different. This is pathetic.

May I propose a solution to this problem? I think that if we were to get a bill going in the government to start drilling in Alaska, all the countries we buy from would freak out because their primary source of income was being threatened. They'd lower prices to keep us buying and they'd fight over our business so we'd have a price war and the price of gas would go down to where it belongs. Think it would work?

Anyone remember $0.89/gal gas?
How about $8,000 cars?
Dow-Jones under 4,000?
I remember.
I think I'm getting old.

Do you remember when there was no Wal-Mart?
And Dilworth almost didn't exist?
Let's go back to the '80s for just one day.
Let's go back to the days when we didn't worry so much.

Let's go back to the days before I knew about genetic diseases.
Before I knew that my aunt had one.
Before Clark Thomas was sick.
Before he was even born.

Let's forget that this disease has
Claimed all but our precious Clark Thomas' life.
Let's go back to a time when he knew my face-
Remembered my name-

Wanted to play-
Could have a conversation-
Would listen to me read stories-
Crawled into bed with me to chit-chat

Let's forget that he doesn't remember anything about me;
That he can't go to school anymore-
Can't even walk or eat-
That if he does eat, it won't stay down.

Let's forget that our precious Clark Thomas
Will soon be done suffering.
Let's go back to a time that once was--
When he was a happy, carefree little boy.

I love you Buddy!
~MK

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