Follow Me to the Senior Center – What Goes Around . . .

By Carl and Jo Ann Hauser
Whatever happened to “the happy ending?” My wife tells me I watch too much TV, and maybe it’s true. In two of my favorite shows the writers have messed everything up. In NCIS Los Angeles Just as Deeks and Kensi are getting together, they ship her off to parts unknown. In A Person of Interest they finally rounded up all the bad guys, but they killed off Carter. Don’t they know the hero is supposed to beat up the bad guys and get the girl? And don’t get me started with Star Trek; they blew up Vulcan. I don’t care what time line you are in, you can’t blow up Vulcan!
The Bible tells us there is nothing new under the sun. We’ve probably been passing those same cold germs around since the beginning of time. Declining moral values have been an issue forever. Sodom, Gomorrah, the Greek and Roman Empires ~ just to name a few. I grew up in the 60s, and unlike most decades, it was filled with radical changes. Some good; some not so good. Possibly the best thing that came out of the 60s was the Civil Rights movement.

I was hired by the Post Office in October of 1973. Two young women were hired at the same time. Of the three assignments available two were in nice, white, middle class neighborhoods; one was in the inner city. Which one do you think I got? In every major city there had been racial tension and rioting just a few years before. Kansas City was no different. If I hadn’t had a pregnant wife at home, I might have seriously reconsidered my career path. In hindsight in the early 70s the Post Office was a male-dominated, boys club. The two girls were entering their own brave new world. When I arrived at the Post Office, there was only one other white guy at the station. However, whether at the station or out delivering mail, I was treated with kindness and respect. (Well, except for the guy in the trench coat who kept trying to sell me anything and everything!) After a while I was comfortable with my environment, and had made some new friends.

Back in the day I was an avid bowler, and was in two or three leagues a week. A new fall league was forming, and I thought I was signed up for a team. At the last minute they didn’t have a spot for me. They said, “Get your own team!” Have you ever seen the commercial where the bully takes the football away from the kid? He says, “Come back when you have your own team.” It kind of felt like that. So I said, “Fine.” I needed four other bowlers. First I recruited a red neck friend off one of my other teams. Then I started asking around the Post Office if anyone was interested in bowling with me. The unspoken reality was (in the white suburban neighborhood) three of my black friends stepped up to the plate. The first guy was about six-foot five and scrawny; his nickname was Tree. My next friend, besides being a mailman, was sixty-years-old, and a lay preacher. My last friend was short and had the personality of Flip Wilson ~ you never stopped laughing! The next day we strolled into the bowling alley together. Just about everyone’s jaw dropped, including my red neck friend! Apparently, I forgot to mention that the rest of the team was black. After the initial shock wore off, they were treated well. The first two weeks I walked out with them to the parking lot (just in case). One of the many advantages of being on the only black team was if you went to get something to drink, it was easy to spot what lane you were on. By the end of the year our team had made friends with just about everybody. These fine gentlemen stepped out in faith, and broke down barriers.

On a different topic it has been brought to my attention that some of you don’t believe there is a Raccoon Rodeo. A few of you have gone so far as to accuse me of making stuff up. I was discussing this raccoon dilemma with our friends Bonnie and Lewis. It turns out that on occasion they had trapped some raccoons in Silver Cloud, and had been releasing them near Waterfall. I started laughing. I have some other friends who had been trapping raccoons near Sunspot, marking them with an orange stripe, and releasing them around Silver Cloud. The only possible conclusion is there must be some guy in Waterfall trapping raccoons and releasing them at Sunspot! Now after pondering the information for a while, the reality is: not only do the raccoons have their own rodeo, they have a mass transit system! Those aren’t traps. They are bus stops with color-coded destinations. Raccoon World is a highly developed civilization. I even overheard one raccoon politician say, “If you like your health care plan, you can keep it!” Finally, what do you call two dumpsters side by side? . . . A food court!

Our Senior Center doesn’t have a food court, but come around anyway! The meals are always great and prepared with love. Please support our Senior Center with your presence; we have a lot to offer. Marrianne has added various monthly trips for your enjoyment: shopping in Las Cruces or El Paso, movie matinees, a visit to the casino. The van goes to Alamogordo for shopping on Monday and Tuesday. Come to the Center to exercise, play Bridge, Mexican Train, Farkle, or Mah Jongg with friends. And, always check out our website www.mtnseniors.com that Marty Ware so cleverly keeps updated.

The only New Year’s Resolution you need: love God; love your neighbor. Happy New Year! God Bless!