Quality of life, part 3
4.... Religion.
My family, which was raised in the South, belonged to the Baptist Church. And even though there were other churches and houses of worship in the various towns we lived in, my memory is that we all got along, and I don't recall any friction between the various religions, whether socializing or in school. I think someone would be hard-pressed to say the same thing about various religions today. So quality of life from a religious point of view has definitely been degraded.
5.... The economy.
The economy and politics are closely tied, and it's hard to talk about one without the other, but in this case I'm trying to leave politics out of this quality-of-life discussion. But one of the things that bothers me the most about this economy is that it's almost impossible for young people to buy a home. I know that buying a home isn't something everyone wants to do, but nowadays it's hard for anyone to buy one unless they are financially upper-middle-class, and that's a shame because owning a home is the first step toward financial security as you get older.
There are other things I could talk about that might show the quality of life isn't as good as it once was, but I'm pretty sure folks are getting bored with this subject, so I need to move on to something a bit more interesting. I don't know what that will be since there's nothing interesting going on in my life, and probably won't be until sometime this week when I get my new glasses, and when that happens I'll have to drop by the old DMV office and get my driver's license renewed......ah yes the DMV, yet another thing that has lowered the quality of everyone's life.
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I snuck up on some bighorn sheep out at Pete's.
Black and White Mountains at Pete's
A peaceful, quiet sunset at Pete's. It's always easy sleeping at Pete's. It's dark, with no city lights to keep you awake; it's always chilly at night, requiring a light blanket; and, best of all, it's quiet except for a coyote howling in the distance… And for me, hearing a coyote howl is like taking a sleeping pill; it tells me I'm right where I should be, and all is right with the world.