We’ve all experienced the teller canister while drive through banking. The canister, propelled quickly inside a vacuum tube, makes the required connection between vehicle and teller. Why not borrow this idea for LDC (long distance commute)? Imagine with me, people size canisters inside tubes between Los Angeles California and New York, New York with substation exits all along the way. It would be like riding an elevator. You’d push the button for the destination preferred and arrive in a few short minutes. Our daily commute would be free of all traffic constipation and uniformed officers up in arms (bless their hearts.) It looks like all we need to do next is to locate a big enough "sucker" to start on this project!

Extra Virgin Olive Oil----- probably deserves the blue ribbon when it comes to the ultimate in imaginative levels of accomplishments, however, I took the privilege to list a couple of others reserved for emphasis only. Some examples are: How can an employee get rewarded for giving 120% to please the boss when 100% is all there is? And please, please explain, how the result of anything processed can be Extra Virgin? (Unless perhaps, the olive oil producers hire as many virgins as they think they’ll need ---- plus a backup!) At what point on this solid earth, did prices (like a gallon of gas?) go sky high? How much faster is, “As fast as a speeding bullet” than the speed of a regular bullet? Or when something is “Heavier than a ton of bricks“, how much heavier than a ton is a ton of bricks?
You want my opinion? I think she probably started this exaggerated level of thinking a long time ago when the cow jumped over the moon!
I’m sure you can think of many award winning phrases that aren’t listed, I’d like to hear some of your best.

Everyone would be given a working range level of gravity pull per month, limited only by the depth of our people relationship levels. This gravity density range would control the lift of our privately owned levelator, the deeper our relationships, the closer to good old mother earth we would be able to operate. Some of us might even be at ground level, that’s where all the material gains can be accessed from. Once we’d start floating a bit above the earth’s surface because of poorer relationships, all these material goodies would fade farther and farther out of reach. We would have to ask people with better relationships to please hand us a drink of water, or a loaf of bread. Our feelings of envy could easily escalate and we could become extremely jealous of the uncluttered environment these good folks live in. As a result, our relationships would suffer even more and we would find ourselves floating still farther out of reach. Why, we might even be forced to use the cell phone to put in our down to earth requests! Try to develop this unusual picture in your mind‘s eye. Folks like you and I, traveling on our levelators, trying to do business from all kinds of different operating levels?
Material for a movie?

I see most of the folks I know on Sundays and I used to think I needed to impress every one of them every week? My vehicle had to be sparkling clean. My weeds had to be cut and the yard manicured, because what if someone I know drove by?
I had created a minimum of three musts to be done before every Sunday, maybe four if you add polishing my boots. With the speed of life shooting by at about 96 1/2 miles an hour, what if I didn’t get around to mowing my weeds or washing my car before Sunday anymore! What if I splinter through my comfort zone on these musts and choose to take a drive through the country instead. Yet, even as I drove out of my driveway I would hear me asking myself, “What about how the yard looks? (Even unfamiliar drive-by’s, drive by very slowly on Sundays.)
Did God create me to zim zam zoom from Monday through Saturday just because someone might wink at a friend if one of these three or four musts has gone amiss come Sunday morning?
How would you react if one Saturday morning, I grabbed my gazetteer instead of my lawn mower and threw myself on top of a blanket, on top of the tall weeds, under a shade tree to plan my day?
What would you think if I chose to do a Saturday scenic “drive by” on unfamiliar, dusty (or maybe even muddy) country roads, inhaling God’s beauty, but totally destroying the spit shine on my boots and the mirror like reflection on my car. I would probably get back home in time to pick up the blanket but too late to mow my weeds or restore any shines. In fact, I would have just created a brow raising surprise for all my friends, I’ll bet! I can almost visualize some of you getting caught, uncomfortably staring at road scum, grime or mud, when you walk by my car Sunday morning. When you turned to get a final glance of your reflection as usual, you‘d see scum instead! Or as you drove by my yard slowly, you would find yourself staring into a scruffy looking scape instead of witnessing the manicure you expected. You might even get concerned and start talking amongst yourselves, “I wonder if he’s OK?”
What do you think, do I deserve spending some quality time for me instead of always spending it for you?

“How can Grandpa John create interesting blogs?” These very visible words keep looking back at me, creating a major think space. Except for my short stories, I like the challenge of limiting my blogs to around 300 words or less. At my writing skills level, to say more with fewer words, is much more difficult than if I would allow myself around 1,000 words to not say much.
When I begin writing, I tend to ramble, stumbling onto redundant annoyances and dragging them along. Then, should I expect my readers to enjoy wallowing around in them? Nope, don’t think so!
Creative writing juices flow more swiftly for me when I begin tweaking my word picture so it can be stuffed into this narrower mindstream. I often have to paddle my think boat deeper into my mind , brush the cobwebs aside and pull the covers off, to wake that little creative thinker that’s living in my innards. Even with the blogging practice I‘ve had, it’s still a bit difficult for me to tell when that li’l stinker’s going to pop out and yell, “Ok, you’ve said it, so shut up already!”