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Is Recession Bad or a Teacher in Disguise?

Everything in the universe is cyclical and recessions are a normal part of our economic system. Recession is tough but it’s better than socialized government, which seems to be where politicians want to take us, but they can’t take us there if we don’t let them.   Socialized government is where enormous amounts of taxpayer money is spent trying to protect people from themselves.  Most of the enormous amounts of money goes into the pockets of a select few.  A phrase that’s very popular in Washington is "Socialize the losses, and privatize the profits."

I agree with parts of the opinion stated in a “Recession By Design” article that I read a few weeks ago.  Most CEOs are paid far too much in comparison with the working blue collar person.  The problem of overspending, like was referred to in the article, doesn’t lie in the minimum wage, it lies with the people who feel it’s necessary to spend everything they make, and more.  If you get a raise no one, including the high paid CEOs, says you have to go out and spend it. 

Have you noticed how many people spend an enormous amount of time, and money, on their cellphones?  The other day I had some PVC pipe and 2x4s that stuck out beyond the tailgate of my pickup.  I parked out of the way and waited while my wife did her shopping.  A large percentage of those who drove by were talking on their phones as they drove, while they parked, when they walked into the store, when they came out, while they loaded the car (with one hand) and when they were driving away.  Most cars in the parking lot were big, undoubtedly got poor gas mileage and probably aren’t paid for.  How many of those same people talk at great length about how expensive gas and groceries are? 

Has it occurred to anyone that maybe there’s a connection between the cell phone price and cellular service, the big car and the high monthly payments and poor MPG, and the emotional attachment to the rising cost of everything?  It’s called priorities.  There was a line in the movie “Renaissance Man” that sums it up.  “The choices we make dictate the lives that we lead.”  If you decide that having a cell phone is a higher priority than making your mortgage payments, is it the responsibility of someone else who has chosen to pay by cash and carry to pick up the tab?  Do you dislike paying for someone else’s excesses?  I do!
 
Should those who make the choices have to suffer the consequences of those choices?  Should those who make loans to people, who aren’t qualified, be responsible for the problems they cause?  No one learns a lesson if someone else wipes up after them.  Being an enabler and cleaning up after someone else only perpetuates the cycle. 

When incomes drop, like it has for many people in the the past year or so, and the price of most items are going up, it’s time to rethink how and where we want our lives to go.  Actually, the thinking part should start during the boom times and not wait for the bust cycle to begin.   

We don’t own a cellphone.  Being interrupted by someone else’s phone ringing is almost a daily, or minute by minute, rude occurrence.  I’m sure the world can do without my, or anyone else’s, input for a few hours at a time.  Humankind managed, until the last twenty-five years or so, to survive for fifty thousand years without being connected 24/7 to a cellphone umbilical cord.  I haven’t owned any vehicle that has gotten less than twenty MPG (without adding my modification to get twenty or more MPG)  since the first energy crisis in the 1970’s. If we bought a cellphone and an SUV tomorrow, I’m positive I wouldn’t be any happier.

I’m not in a race to see who can accumulate the most stuff.  In fact I’m doing the opposite.  I’m downsizing.  I’m reducing my stuff.  Anyone who believes that “He who dies with the most toys wins” will probably die first anyway from trying to afford and take care of all his toys. It’s true that you can’t take it with you.  Have you ever seen a hearse with luggage racks?

After awhile, and maybe this only comes with experience, you begin to realize that you don’t own anything.  The reality is, it owns you.  Remember the last time you thought you had some spare time, but then you had to fix something that broke or work extra hours to pay someone to fix something that broke?  If it didn’t own you, you wouldn’t have to fix it.  It’s the vested interest trap.  You can’t afford to give it up because you have too much time and money in”vested.”

You might think it’s hard to stop buying useless stuff, but a time of recession may prove to be a money saving lesson in the long run. You might wonder how you’re going to impress your friends.  Real worthwhile friends can’t be bought, and are impressed with who you really are and not what you have or what has you.

 
 

 

Larry Miller: I was born in Los Angeles in 1940. My father was a fighter pilot instructor during WWll and we moved from coast to coast, maybe that’s where I got the nomad in my blood. After graduating from high school in 1958 I joined the Marines. That lifestyle wasn’t for me and upon my discharge I went on with my life, and have never looked back. I worked briefly for a Caterpillar dealer in Riverside, CA before moving back to N. California where I was a welder and truck driver for a chemical company. Truck driving wasn’t my calling anymore than being in the Marines, and I went back to work for another Caterpillar dealer steam cleaning dirty tractor parts and welding. They sent me to schools, lots and lots of schools. I spent as much time going to trade schools as I did at work. I went from cleaning parts to apprentice field mechanic, to mechanic to the parts department to satellite store manager in less than two years. They wanted me to move to Sacramento and be a salesman: I moved to Oregon to learn to commune with nature. I went to work for another heavy equipment dealer and was later contacted by the World’s largest Lorraine Crane dealer and offered the position of purchasing agent and general parts manager. In 1967 I was offered a line of automotive parts and supplies and went into business for myself. My business revolved around eleven race cars that we maintained for others, driving race cars professionally and maintaining high end sports cars. I was a championship and regional champion driver. My business was the largest import parts and service, non dealer, in the state until I sold it in 1979. We went sailing in 79, first to Mexico and then Hawaii. I was an award winning Trans-Pacific sailor and sailor of the year, Hawaii, Island of Kauai. An opportunity presented itself in Hawaii during 1981 and I was back in business, importing Japanese auto body and hard parts. I also felt the pull to write and began freelancing for magazines and newspapers in 1982. My main focus in my articles is, and always has been, health, wellness and fitness. Most of us have heard the saying, “Time is all we have.” I disagree. Our health is all we have, because without our health, we have no time. I was a US Olympic team hopeful in racewalking and held all the records for the state of Hawaii. As a sponsored athlete in my forties, I finished first in nine marathons in a row in my division, qualified for the Ironman® and was the state USCF cycling champion five times in Hawaii and Oregon. Celinda and I were married in 1988 after a three year engagement. We sold our businesses and organic farm and sailed back to Oregon. After our sailboat boat was sold, we moved to Joseph, Oregon, two miles from the trailhead into the Eagle Cap Wilderness. We were caregivers for my mother the last ten years she was alive. We moved to New Mexico in 1995 because it was too cold for my mom in Oregon during the winters. Celinda designed, and I engineered and built our strawbale house. I began writing the weekly health column for a local newspaper in 1996, and still do. In 2000, I took the summer off to do a four month, 4000 mile, hike, bike and kayak odyssey. I’d been writing health, fitness and sports articles since 1982 and the journey produced a full-length, nonfiction, first person adventure book, Yol Bolsun, May There Be A Road, which can be bought from Amazon.com and others over the Internet. The summer of 2001 was spent hiking. kayaking, fishing and exploring the southwest. In 2002 Celinda and I spent the summer in Canada learning the hospitality business at a resort in preparation for doing promotion for the resort in the US. Most of 2003 was spent reestablishing the trees and landscape that had died during the stay in Canada. We had a house sitter and the house sitter had an ex-husband, and that’s a long story. In July of 2004 I did a solo kayak trip on the Snake River, taking pictures, writing articles and pencil sketching the journey. I hope to do another kayak adventure on the Snake River during the summer of 2008, on the section I missed in 2000 and 2004. In 2005, I returned to Canada to the resort where we’d spent 2002. I was supposed to be there for the month of June. I’d contacted people I’d met in 2002 and they came back to Canada to fish, hike and spend time at the resort, Echo Valley Ranch and Spa, while I was there. My one month became five and then it was off to Spain to do the El Camino de Santiago as a travel companion with one of the guests who’d returned to Canada in June. During the summer of 2006 a friend from Ireland, who I’d met in Spain the year before, came to visit in NM and we fished, hiked and explored the White Mountains of AZ. He’d never slept out in the wild in a tent before, and it was quite an experience, for both of us. My newspaper articles were put on the Internet beginning in 2002. I was asked to give public speaking engagements, photo and video presentations, on various subjects for the library in Deming, NM and continue to do so. In 2006 I videoed and produced a DVD for the Smithsonian Institute’s travel exhibit “Between Fences.” NMFILMS had a conference by invitation only, which I attended. While attending the conference, I realized that film making wasn’t what I wanted to do but I still wanted to use my sixteen years of experience and enjoyment of videoing and photography. During the winter of 2005, I discovered that no one on record had ever run from the Arizona border to the Texas border, a distance of 165 miles. During the spring and summer of 2006 I trained for the run and the run was completed in October, 2006. In late 2005, I began building and maintaining websites incorporating all the things I enjoyed about video, photography, travel and the out of doors. 2007 has been a summer of upgrading the home and property which resulted in a downgrading of my enthusiasm for being located in one place. If we don’t like what’s happening in our life, we need to change what we’re doing. Celinda and I are ready to pull up roots and move on. I guess I’ve come full circle. I’m ready to revert back to my childhood, and a nomadic lifestyle.
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