Its 3:52 in the morning and for the tenth straight
day I am awake at this ungodly hour. Every night it’s the same, I fall asleep
quick enough, but right around 2 am, my eyes open and I spend the next three
hours wide awake. I may as well make semi-productive use of this time.
A few observations:
# I read somewhere that if all human intelligence
were plotted on a bell curve; you would find that there are very few geniuses
and very few sand-pounding idiots among us. The fact that geniuses are so rare
is something we should instinctively know. The fact that so few of us are tragically
stupid comes as a surprise to me. Most of us then would fall somewhere on
either the ascending or descending curve of the bell, with the largest number
of us at the flat place at the top of the curve in that most dreaded of all
descriptions…a person of average
intelligence.
# Looking back over this blog, the last couple of weeks
have made for some pretty depressing reading and for this I feel an apology is
in order. I have always assumed that most of you read this blog because it is
reasonably entertaining. But with everything that has happened to my Dad since
April 11, my writing has gotten thick and leaden with something close to grief.
When I sit down to write, it’s always about whatever happens to be on my mind
that day. Sometimes its politics, other times its sports or something
interesting in the news. Well, for the last two weeks or so, the only thing on
my mind has been Dad. Nobody wants to be beaten over the head with mortality
and the frailty of life, so I’ll try to lighten things up in the future.
# There’s a great scene in the movie Memphis Belle
where the crew start talking about what they plan on doing if they survive the
war. One guy starts talking about how he has this idea of building a string of restaurants
all across the country that are identical and serve the exact same food. The
other guys start giving him the business, “That sounds terrible! Who the hell
would want to go to the same restaurant and eat the same food all over the
country?” they ask. The kid says, “It’s not a terrible idea. It’s comforting.” The thing is, I used to
agree with him. There is something oddly comforting to be a thousand miles from
home and see a Chick-Fil-A sign on the interstate. But as I have gotten older,
chain stores have started to bother me. Short Pump is a perfect illustration of
the problem. Drive down Broad Street from Gaskins to Lauderdale and you can
count on one hand the number of unique, individually owned businesses. From the
big box retailers down to practically all of the restaurants, everything is a
national chain. We are being franchised to death.
Quick show of hands from everyone out there who
thinks Richmond is a better place since Ukrop’s sold out to Martin’s? How about
the fact that there isn’t room for Pleasant’s Hardware now that the big box
stores command the retail heights? The worst part is Sports Bars. Why would
anyone go to Buffalo Wild Wings, when Big Al’s is right down the street? I don’t
know who owns BWW. For all I know, the place could be owned by some oil sheik
from Saudi Arabia, or worse, somebody from New Jersey! We all know Al because
he’s right there in the place greeting you by name when you walk in. He’s a
Richmond guy. His kids went to school here. His son played Little League with
my son. If he’s lucky enough to make a profit at the bar, he doesn’t stuff it
in an off shore account or wire it back to Riyadh. He spends it right here in
Richmond. Knowing him, he probably spends it on Redskin memorabilia, but the
point is the money stays right here. I happen to think that that matters to a
community. And yes, yes…I know that we all benefit from lower prices that come
from the presence of the Walmarts of the world, so save me the economics
lecture. But, the presence of Walmart doesn’t make Richmond a better place, it
just makes us like every place else. I’m done with homogenization. I don’t want
Richmond to look like every other city in America.
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