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Monday, March 17, 2003     Page: 7A

TUESDAY MORNING, AND THINGS ARE BLAH AT WORK, AND I’M IN NO MOOD FOR
MANAGEMENT, SO I BOLT OUT EARLY. USE SOME V-TIME. I HOP IN THE CAR AND POP IN
SOME JOE COCKER IN THE CD PLAYER AND HEAD FOR THE INTERSTATE. SOME COOL
TRUCKERS LET ME IN SMOOTH AND I LIGHT UP SOME TOBACCO AND ENJOY THE RIDE. I
GET HOME IN NO TIME. I GRAB MY UNCENSORED MAIL AND TURN ON THE TUBE. FLICK
THROUGH THE 79 CHANNELS AND HEAD OVER TO THE COMPUTER. I SURF FOR A BIT AND
THEN GO TO POGO TO PLAY SOME FREE GAMES. I CRACK OPEN A BEER AND LIGHT UP
AGAIN. HOLD ON …. PHONE CALL. IT’S ONLY THE IN-LAW … LET IT RING. CALLER
I.D. IS COOL. HEY, YOU KNOW WHERE I’M COMING FROM. NAH, SHE’S COOL, BUT I
CAN’T TALK RIGHT NOW. WHILE I WAIT FOR AOL TO LOAD, I SORT THE MAIL. STUFF I
OPEN, AND STUFF I SHRED. LONG WEEKEND COMING UP, AND I NEED SOME POCKET CASH.
WE HAVE ALL BEEN THERE, DON’T KID YOURSELF. KIDS ARE IN SCHOOL GETTING A
DECENT EDUCATION, THE WIFE IS AT WORK AND THE DOG IS SNORING AWAY. THIS IS
REALLY GOOD FOR THE SOUL. I SHUT DOWN THE COMPUTER AND SCAN THE PAPER. GOTTA
CATCH UP ON THAT SOAP OPERA GOING ON IN WILKES-BARRE. THAT COURTHOUSE IS
SOMETHING ALSO. I ALSO CHECK OUT THE CLASSIFIEDS AND REALIZE, MAYBE JUST
STARTING TO REALIZE, HOW LUCKY I REALLY AM. JOBS ARE TOUGH. I REALLY FEEL
SORRY FOR KIDS WHO DECIDE TO GIVE UP ON AN EDUCATION. I PRAY TO THE GOD OF MY
CHOICE FOR EACH OF YOU. I THINK THAT BEFORE PEOPLE ARE GRANTED A CHANCE TO
BECOME AN AMERICAN, THEY MUST ANSWER ONE QUESTION: WHAT WILL YOU DO TO MAKE
AMERICA A BETTER PLACE TO LIVE? NOT JUST COME HERE TO BURN OUR FLAG AND
DISSECT THE CONSTITUTION OR BECAUSE THINGS GOT TOUGH WHERE YOU CAME FROM? THAT
JUST TELLS ME YOU WILL RUN AGAIN IF THINGS GET TOUGH HERE. NOT GOOD. NOW,
WOULD I FIGHT FOR THIS, OR WOULD I WANT TO MAYBE SOMEDAY BE RUN BY SOME
SADISTIC DICTATOR? I WILL FIGHT … NO PROBLEM! WE OWE IT TO OUR PAST, PRESENT
AND FUTURE. LEAVE OUR CHILDREN A GIFT, NOT A DISEASE.John W. Krzywicw Jr.
   
Nanticoke