It is a shame that so many of the beautiful, old homes, including Magnolia Cottage, in that part of town that so many people have put so much work into to restore have to sit so near these horrible eyesores. In fact, it's embarrassing for our whole city. I don't know who owns these places or even who lives in any of them. What I do know is that whoever does own these dilapidated domiciles ought to be ashamed of themselves. I suppose that the city has exhausted all of its resources and is at the mercy of whoever the owner is and if they haven't, I sure wish they would. Maybe someone can fill the rest of us in on who owns these dumps and why he/she/they refuse to take care of them.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
By Steve Pribulick
During a conversation with a nice young lady this morning, we will just call Lisa for now, we talked about growth in Wetumpka, or the lack thereof. It really is sad that we have to go hither and yon to spend our hard earned dollars with people we do not know, do not live near, who do not support our community here in Wetumpka, and in some cases they don’t even support their own. Meanwhile, for the most part, they aren’t flocking to our city to shop, eat, live, or support us.
Then I remembered something someone told me long ago and that is, "It's because it’s always been done like that around here." That’s why Wetumpka has not grown. I, for one, think it would be nice to have a few more amenities in Wetumpka so that I don’t have to cross county lines to do business.
For the most part I think the leaders of the past and present have been good stewards of the people’s money in Wetumpka with only a few hiccups. I also feel that the average age of the Wetumpka City Council has decreased over the years meaning that younger people are getting more involved in the politics that drive our city. Unfortunately, though, that average age has not yet matched what must be the progressive level of ideas for growth. That’s not to say that a politician that is older than another can’t be progressive, but it is to say "That’s how it’s always been done around here."
If you have ideas, get involved, be heard, and push for the things you would like to see in the city. Call any of the council members and let them know how you feel. Even if you don’t live in their district or you are living outside of the city, I bet your opinions would be well accepted. If they don’t know what people want then they too will just do it “like its always been done around here," because after all, if no one is bringing anything to the table, then everything must be good. While you’re doing that, you won’t fall prey to the Wet Monkey Theory. What is the Wet Monkey Theory? Well...
Start with a cage containing five monkeys(no pun intended regarding the city council). Inside the cage, hang a banana on a string and place a set of stairs under it. Before long, one of the monkeys will go to the stairs and start to climb towards the banana. As soon as he touches the stairs, all of the monkeys are sprayed with cold water. After a while, another monkey makes an attempt with the same result; all the monkeys are sprayed with cold water.
Pretty soon, none of the monkeys will try to climb the stairs.
Now, put away the cold water. Remove one monkey from the cage and replace it with a new one. The new monkey sees the banana and wants to climb the stairs. To his surprise and horror, all of the other monkeys attack and restrain him. After another attempt and attack, he knows that if he tries to climb the stairs, then he will be assaulted.
Next, remove one of the original four monkeys and replace it with a new one. The newcomer goes to the stairs and is restrained by the group. The previous newcomer takes part in the punishment with enthusiasm! Likewise, replace a third original monkey with a new one, then a fourth, then the fifth.
Every time the newest monkey takes to the stairs, he is punished by the group.
Now, all of the monkeys, which are restraining each other, have no idea why they were not permitted to climb the stairs or why they are participating in the restraint of the newest monkey. After replacing all the original monkeys, none of the remaining monkeys have ever been sprayed with cold water.
Nevertheless, no monkey ever again approaches the stairs to try for the banana. Why not? Because as far as they know that's the way it's always been done around here.
So, whose social consciousness and ideas are carrying on: yours or someone else's ?
Friday, April 16, 2010
Have you ever opined to yourself and others as to why our fair city seems to be growing at a slower pace than some of our neighbors? If you're like me you have. Steve Pribulick shares a theory that may help explain why nearby cities seem to be outpacing us in attracting new business and other development. I think you'll find it a very interesting read. Look for it Monday morning.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
We-tu 2 Mt. Everest via BKK. Fascinating stuff! Steve's parents and brother still live right here in Wetumpka. Go join his blog and leave him some comments of encouragement!
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
according to her bio). Some of you may know her parents, Terry and Alice Spiers. Anyway, it is a fascinating read. Click here to read it. It is entitled Alien Baby: Genetics, Adoption, and How I Became Myself.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
I have done landscape and maintenance(quite ironic since I can do neither of those things with any degree of skill today), worked in a college bookstore, at a cotton gin(for a day), pulled weeds in a cotton field(for half a day), been the maintenance guy at a mini-golf course(refer to the first item in this list), worked in a Christian bookstore, worked in the warehouse at a Caterpillar place, and held various jobs at two different financial institutions. I was technically not fired from any of those jobs, difficult as that may be to believe, but my position at the college bookstore was eliminated for "austerity." I think that is Latin for "spent too much time at the pool table in the student center" but I wouldn't swear to it.
I always hated filling out applications. I always felt like they were laughing at me and making snide comments when I left. "Did you see his tie? Who tied that thing, Ronnie Milsap?" Of course that would be assuming that I wore a tie. I often didn't wear one on my job hunting adventures. It just seemed sort of silly to wear a tie to a place where I would likely be assigned to do some unskilled, menial task which would probably require steel-toe boots and moving heavy things from one place to another. Not that there's anything wrong with those jobs, I've done plenty of them. I've just never done one while wearing a tie and my Sunday shoes.
I went to a place to fill out an application once that I'd never been to. It was a large building that was visible from a major highway but you had to go in through an access road in the back to get to it. The whole front of the building was glass which afforded a wonderful, unobstructed view of the large, green front lawn and the highway in the distance. I know this because when I parked and walked around the building and went through the front doors to find the person I'd need to talk to, I found that the whole front of the building was abandoned. I walked to every door on all three floors only to find them locked. When I went to leave, not sure where I needed to go, I found the doors I had entered through were locked also. I was trapped. Trapped with a spacious view! I was finally rescued but when I finally got to the place I needed to be, the guy who gave me the job application asked, "Are you the peckerwood who broke into my building." I told him that I was, scribbled some on the application, and left. I figured that if the guy in charge of job applications thought I was a peckerwood then I probably didn't have much chance of getting hired there anyway. I've never known there to be a big demand in the workforce for peckerwoods. I can remember two times in my life when I was called that and neither time did it seem to be any sort of a compliment.
Good luck to all of you who are on the job-hunting trail. I hope you find the job of your dreams today. Thank goodness I've already got a job and don't have to look anymore. I'm not sure this peckerwood could stomach it anymore.