WHY WASHINGTON HAS IT WRONG…….from the Wall Street Journal, November 12, 2012
Introductory note: I am a small business business owner of a business I started alone almost twenty five years ago. I named it Masterpiece Landscaping, Ltd.
Nearly all of the artistic learnings I needed to teach classes through the University of Minnesota Extension Service education service, I learned from practice play in my neighbor’s sandbox. I began these learnings when six years old and continued them until one day, when age 12 going on 13, my Mother shouted while I was “in my zone working at my art of choice, “Glenn Ray, you are too old to be playing a sandbox!”.
Embarrassed by the put-down, I snapped back, “I’m NOT playing in a sandbox. I’m making scenery!”
My answer was as quick as it was certain. However, I knew my Mother was right. I had been able to keep my art practice private until her moment of shout. What if, indeed, one of my buddies knew I was sitting at the place where I was sitting, whether I had created a beautiful estate grounds or park where my tootsie toys cars could park and drive. Every day I had built a new city or created a beautiful park starting with arborvitae twigs as my trees of choice.
It was the last day I ever made scenery in a sandbox. Thereafter I began to puts around doing for neighbors what I formerly had done in miniature as God of my neighbor’s sand in that box.
However, I had even a greater passion in and out of school. I wanted to learn stuff…….Why was I here? What does ‘here’ mean? What was ‘here’ like yesterday and the days before? Why were my parents my parents? Where did they come from? Why did they come from, well, anywhere?
And then, my best luck of all, I had been taught ‘learnings’ when knowledge and its importance in seeking truth, were highly valued by all of the old maid school teachers who drilled their certainties into my life.
I taught school for fourteen years, when suddenly I was forced to seek another profession for my life’s work. In 1988 I turned to my sand box learnings and the joys of my sandbox days playing or plotting in a world in which I was meant to work and prayed I wouldn’t lose my shirt. I was divorced two years later…..
My dreams therefore changed. I could dream bigtime. I could practice the art I used to preach. I was literate, knowledgeable, and loved the labor of my prospects. I would advise the landscape garden interested.
In the twenty years before the economic crisis of 2008 and the consequent collapse of the housing industry every landscape season became more profitable leading to a business grossing a million dollars. And then, our economy turned downward and downward and downward.
I learned about a new American population after my years of teachings and managing a semi-state agency. I met a lot of guys like me and mingled with hundreds working as I worked in our Mother Earth’s outdoors……guys no one in modern America ever reads or hears about…….guys far more honest, productive and responsible for their work than any group I had ever met in public education and at university.
A few weeks ago in the last days of my Wall Street Journal life, I spied the following article…..the only one in my life written about workers like me…….the millions of us who hire to help us do ‘our thing’ in our American communities:
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052702303768104577460040429463650.html
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