People have been trying to wrest a living from the nooks and crannies of Plumas County since the last ice age. The Maidu (and the Washoe and Paiute summer visitors) focused on native and cultivated plants, and fish and game. The miners sought gold. The railroaders sought logs out of the backcountry. The ranchers raised crops and livestock on the 250,000 acres of rich meadows. Overwhelming all was the extent of the forest, the bounty of the waters, the beautiful valleys, and a climate that winnows out the weak.
We have major economic problems to address. Our politicians are rolling up their sleeves and digging in their heels at the same time. But the dialog is healthy and that is good.
We all agree on the problems. Our national debt is spiraling out of control. The recession might be technically over, but the technical definition of a recession only matters to economists. Wall Street has not yet rebounded to its pre-recession levels, but it’s well on its way.
My mom used to take my book away, shove me out the door and lock it behind me, saying “Go play!” I hated it.
Today I recognize the value of that directive, but given a choice, I read; I read a lot — two or more books a week on average.
Not all my reading consists of the masterworks of literature. I like mysteries and thrillers. I read finance, political science, biographies, history, pulp fiction and best-sellers. I’ll read anything that looks interesting.
There’s a well-worn line that “those who ignore history are doomed to repeat it,” along with another about the definition of “insanity” (doing the same thing over and over while expecting a different result). Seems like the country is engaged in both. We should stop.
Conservative election victories last fall will make the history books, sure, but they continue an ideologically driven agenda of insanity we’ve seen for 30 years, solving neither the national debt nor the Great Recession. The two lightning rod terms of the day are “taxes” and “deregulation.”
The only thing that comes to mind whenever someone tells me to act my own age has always been, "Whatever, I'll continue to act young until I hit 30."
Well, my 30th birthday is in two weeks, and I'm both cautiously optimistic and wildly skeptical. I'm happy to be turning the age I always considered to be the pinnacle of adulthood, the age where my friends, family, coworkers and acquaintances all start treating me like a man of wisdom instead of a child of substance.
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