I drove back from Mo Ranch this morning, staring into the rising sun, chatting with Jimmie (thanks for the deft assist at everything we did!), and pondering this:
What would anyone born almost anyplace in the world at almost any other time in the history of man think about a culture and society that spends so much money renting ugly spaces to store our extra stuff in?
Really? We have so much extra stuff that we pay a hundred bucks a month to stow the stuff that our over-sized homes don't have room for? As a nation we have given rise to an entire industry where we can pay money to have someone store all those treasures in our lives, which we have cleverly disguised as garage sale material to keep it safe: our collections of mismatched freebie coffee mugs, canvass totes we got at every conference we ever attended, toys our children played with for ten minutes that we are now saving for our grandchildren, lawn chairs we are going to repair when we have the time.
WWALS (What would Abraham Lincoln say)? What would Marco Polo say? What would Pliny the Elder say? What about your average Ugandan or Fiji Islander?
I passed bunches of these places and wondered how this had happened. It made me say hmmmm.
Mo was terrific as always. A special salute to the women of First Presbyterian of Fort Worth who all came by on Ellen's instructions and joined the fun! We are also now geared up for Erin's Drem Lanyards at Mo summer camp. I am refreshed and ready to start the summer. Tomorrow we are San Diego bound and are ready to marvel at Max's Touch-A-Truck and see various Thornburgs! Next week it is back to the Guadalupe River in Hunt, Texas (just down the road from Mo) to introduce a new set of camp counselor's to Erin's project.
Life is good.
I won't start worrying about WWALS or how the American culture and society gave rise to two roomfuls of glass beads in my house until I get back.
At least I haven't had to resort to off-site storage.