Because I saw a grade B movie in Jonesboro, Ga when I was 9,The Black Hand has always represented to me a misuse of power. How can any hands heave plastic straws, cups and caps into the environment? Sadness.
Before CBD oil appeared beside the Baby Ruths in the CVS, marijuana harvesting and sales were carried on very, very quietly. The good ol'boys I knew on the Gulf Coast referred to the occasional bale of floating marijuana that fell from the sky as "Square Groupers." The code phrase for a suspected harverster was, " He's got a brand new pickup truck and no job." On today's four mile bike trip, I netted lots of other green artifacts. True they are not Square Groupers, they are merely too much green plastic trash heading toward our beautiful, blue Atlantic. Sadness.
I have always loved hero tales. As I have become an elder, I've notice there aren't too many hero tales starring the geriatric set. Looks like Siri has taken over the ancient elder task of information sharing. Most of the additional info seems to go from child to elder because child knows how to make an actual call on the I-Phone and elder, who remembers using a party line, does not. Super heroes seem drawn from the pre-teen set. Not much hero turf left for us actual elders. That is why I LOVE the starfish story. Seems a beach was covered with starfish stranded by a rogue wave. A young man was walking down the beach and noticed an elder lifting one starfish at a time and throwing it back into the water. The young man waded through the piles of dying starfish and said, " You can't possible think you can make a difference here." The elder, picked up a starfish and heaved it back into the surf. He smiled and said, " Well, I made a difference to that one....
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