Speakout

Monday, September 23, 2013

Leave phone alone

I'd like to speakout about the use of cell phones. Wonderful invention, but they way they have taken over, and people don't have common sense with them anymore. When you go to someone's house, and you want to see them and visit with them, don't continually be on your cell phone and be talking to other people. What did you go visit for? When you are in the grocery store, have enough courtesy to stay off of them in the checkout. When you are driving, don't talk on the phone. Pull over somewhere and watch what you are doing. We have become obsessed with these things. They should be a modern invention that's meant for good, but anyway, be courteous when you visit people and really visit with them.

Expecting inspections

I was just wondering why the state health inspectors call restaurants when they are coming to inspect. They know they are going to have everything hunky-dory. They call nursing homes and they will have everything so-so. Why don't they just drop in and see the real sights? I never have understood that. That is so silly. They should just go in unexpectedly and everything wouldn't be so-so. That is ridiculous. If you had drugs or I had drugs in the house and we knew the DEA was coming, we'd get rid of those drugs we had. Don't they think the nursing homes and the restaurants are gonna do that stuff too?

It's not rock-and-roll

There's a song that comes to my mind and I can't remember the name of it. I used to hear it when I was a little girl. It goes like this (singing). If someone could find that song for me, I'd really appreciate it.

As best as I could make out from your singing, this is the song I came up with from a Google search. There's a little Rosewood casket settin' on a marble stand. There's a package of love letters written by my true love's hand. Go and bring them to me, brother. Come and set upon my bed. Lay your head upon my pillow while my aching heart grows dead.Read them gently to me, brother. Read them till I fall asleep. Fall asleep to wake in heaven Oh, dear brother, do not weep. Last Sunday I saw her walking with a gentleman by her side, and I thought I heard him tell her she was soon to be his bride. When I'm dead and in my coffin and my friends have gathered 'round. And my narrow grave is ready in some lonesome churchyard ground. There's a little Rosewood casket settin' on a marble stand. There's a package of love letters written by my true love's hand. The song was recorded by Marty Robbins. Often considered a folk song, it was written by White and Goullad in 1870.