Sometimes, I wish I did not know things.
The first is relatively minor. It is that your blog posts are cached by different search engines, and if you delete your blog or change its name, your old blog name can be resurrected with old posts cached as content. Your content and old blogs used by someone else. You can prevent this by keeping a blog stub online.
I had two email addresses hijacked with each trying to be named as an admin on this blog. It is hard to believe an obscure blog such as this one would be of interest.I was spared my blog being taken from me in that I use different email addresses for different purposes.
The other one is pretty major in that it concerns our health. One moment you are completely healthy and then you get a phone call or letter. All of a sudden you are worried. My father had a massive heart attack. The doctor said if my dad had been standing in front of him in the ER, he would not have been able to save him. I had a great uncle who went to the doctor one day and got a clean bill of health. That night he died from a heart attack.
We are gearing up for another hazardous election season. No matter how you stand, each side is sure the other one will cause the country to collapse. My father used to say. No matter what happens, people will get by.
My father grew up in the "dirty thirties" or the American depression of the 1930's. The South was hit harder than any other part of the country. Some of the soul and sadness of the South is from being on the losing end of the Civil War. More is due to the poverty so many of it's citizens endured. The South has had a system with wealth concentrated with a few people.
Industrialization and mobilization helped Southerners. We read about black Americans moving to northern cities for jobs and more freedom. White Southerners also moved north and westward to California for opportunity. Three of my dad's brothers married and made lives in Minnesota after World War II. There were not enough jobs to keep them in Georgia.
You drive through rural Georgia and find abandoned home after abandoned home. People did not return. There are shadows and as most Southerners know, many tales of what has been. Fairy tales begin with "Once Upon A Time", but in the South they begin with "You ain't going to believe what just happened to me". I got that joke from an internet meme.
Older folks tried to tell me stories when I was young. I was in a hurry and politely listened. Now I have questions. I wish I had listened. Another thing I know now.