Ray's Thought for the Day - I 30, '05
The northeast corner of the Burger Center Parking Lot is the location of a Farmer's Market that is the only worthwhile activity associated with the Burger Center with the possible exception of Pow Wow. Everything else is just bad music, air pollution and noise pollution. Burger Center, located on the south side of of Hwy 71 between Ernest Robles Way and Pillow Road is a football stadium and basketball stadium in a sea of asphalt, so much asphalt that it has probably altered the weather in these parts.
But in the northeast corner of all the asphalt, every Saturday mornin there's a Farmer's Market, with lots of stuff to buy and a great multitude of well-behaved shoppers. These are the kind of shoppers that are so well-behaved, they rub off on the dogs, so the dogs are well-behaved too. Even the Jack Russell terriers, always well-harnessed, can accomplish no more than rudimentary leash tugging.
So as I joined the promenade today at the Farmer's Market, I had this thought. The Farmer's Market is a nice place for a leisurely stroll to shop and visit and it is a comfortable place for the elderly and the still more elderly, for I have also noticed that it is a place to bring one's parents. The elderly and yea the still more elderly can stroll along and look at all the produce and other food items and even non-food items for sale (like having your posture checked), and buy stuff, and commiserate with the well-behaved dogs.
And as I was ruminating along on the promenande and seeking a shady spot I had an additional thought. The recently dead might appreciate a turn or two around the Farmer's Market. I am sure that many shoppers meant to one day bring along an elderly relative or friend, but death intervened. Why not bring them now? Ice 'em down in a box with a glass top so they can see out and wheel em along on a dolly while you follow your normal shopping routine. I am sure that having a dead person or two in the crowd would make the Farmer's Market that much more interesting.
Whoa! Yet another thought. Here is a philosophical pondering. I am prone to contemplating these riddles. How much asphalt does it take to make a person skeptical? The Burger Center asphalt makes me, Ray sceptical. But I bet it makes Karl Rove optimistic every time he ponders all that asphalt; where all the people, young and old alike can walk or drive their personal vehicles in all kinds of weather, to shop or be entertained by the sporting events, and the really bad band music and synchronized marching that makes so many people happy, or just take a driving lesson. It would take way more asphalt than the Burger Center has to offer to make Karl sceptical, and George too, he'd need way more than a 100 acres of asphalt to wax sceptical.
But in the northeast corner of all the asphalt, every Saturday mornin there's a Farmer's Market, with lots of stuff to buy and a great multitude of well-behaved shoppers. These are the kind of shoppers that are so well-behaved, they rub off on the dogs, so the dogs are well-behaved too. Even the Jack Russell terriers, always well-harnessed, can accomplish no more than rudimentary leash tugging.
So as I joined the promenade today at the Farmer's Market, I had this thought. The Farmer's Market is a nice place for a leisurely stroll to shop and visit and it is a comfortable place for the elderly and the still more elderly, for I have also noticed that it is a place to bring one's parents. The elderly and yea the still more elderly can stroll along and look at all the produce and other food items and even non-food items for sale (like having your posture checked), and buy stuff, and commiserate with the well-behaved dogs.
And as I was ruminating along on the promenande and seeking a shady spot I had an additional thought. The recently dead might appreciate a turn or two around the Farmer's Market. I am sure that many shoppers meant to one day bring along an elderly relative or friend, but death intervened. Why not bring them now? Ice 'em down in a box with a glass top so they can see out and wheel em along on a dolly while you follow your normal shopping routine. I am sure that having a dead person or two in the crowd would make the Farmer's Market that much more interesting.
Whoa! Yet another thought. Here is a philosophical pondering. I am prone to contemplating these riddles. How much asphalt does it take to make a person skeptical? The Burger Center asphalt makes me, Ray sceptical. But I bet it makes Karl Rove optimistic every time he ponders all that asphalt; where all the people, young and old alike can walk or drive their personal vehicles in all kinds of weather, to shop or be entertained by the sporting events, and the really bad band music and synchronized marching that makes so many people happy, or just take a driving lesson. It would take way more asphalt than the Burger Center has to offer to make Karl sceptical, and George too, he'd need way more than a 100 acres of asphalt to wax sceptical.
posted by ray pistrum at Saturday, July 30, 2005
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