http://subs.zinester.com/54954 This is a series of thoughts I get while sitting (where else?) on My Front Porch. A cup of coffee or hot tea, and I'm set. Whether it's a social commentary, a bit of nostalgia, or just a spot of roast beef and gravy from dinner, I've always got something running around waiting to be expressed. en http://archives.zinester.com/54954/89049.html?rss=1 I'm sitting here, on my front porch, after watching the  morning news. So many
reports on protests over the immigration bill, it boggles the mind.

On one side we have the vast majority of those protesting, the illegal
immigrants. Sound bytes with all sorts of claims: they're not here to take any
jobs, they just want a better life, and of course, racism.

On the other side we have naturalized Americans and legal immigrants. These
sound bytes include claims of nothing more than equality and fairness.

Now, I'm sitting here trying to make sense out of all this. The first group,
ILLEGAL immigrants, are wanting to stay in America, not to take jobs from
anyone but rather to have a better life. If you're not here to find a job, how
can you find a better life? Government handouts? Personally I've known families
of Mexican immigrants, multiple generations living in one house, with only one
... ]]> 89049 Tue, 11 Apr 2006 17:18:17 MSD http://archives.zinester.com/54954/85455.html?rss=1 I was sitting on my front porch the other night, listening to the rain. It
wasn?? t a hard rain, just a steady soaking rain, with a little thunder now and
then for effect. The air was cool without being too cold, and a nice mug of hot
tea was just the right thing. The corner streetlight kept everything from being
hidden completely without making it too bright out. If ever there was a time
for relaxing and reminiscing, this was it! Then it hit me: how often do we take
the time to just sit and listen to the rain?

All too often anymore, I catch myself running here, running there until I feel
worn down and worn out without seemingly accomplishing anything. The rain just
becomes another inconvenience, something to slow me down as I rush around.
Between kids, work, and home who has time to stop and ???smell the roses???? I
think that?? s one problem not just this country but the whole world has.
Everyone is so busy telling others what needs to be done, nobody stops to catch
their breath.
... ]]> 85455 Fri, 10 Mar 2006 23:56:33 MSK