Real Life Adventures by Gary Wise and Lance Aldrich for May 01, 2016

Orrrrrr, try to do what you love while making a living. Works for a lot of folks.

So many kids go to college and aren’t suited and don’t do well. If they went to a tech school and learned a skill, they could do something besides flipping burgers.

The guy on the right will probably end up the happiest. The guy on the left will end up working as an assistant store manager for JC Penny and the girl will end up as a waitress at Waffle House married to an abusive biker gang member.

Let’s see, two shirkers and one worker. Seems about par for the course…

Let’s see, two dreamers who may enjoy their lives and one loser who will end up working FOR a Roto-Rooter franchisee.

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$,good Boy!!!Kinda smelly,but those pay-days smell like roses!!!

Moola…milking cows on an organic dairy farm.

I see.

…..and thus , the present-day frantic to get EVERY kid into college, no matter his talents or abilities. Gone are the days of being the homely kid with a C average just making it thru HiSchool, fixing up a few used chain-saws, cutting some trees, making up a small lumber-yard, custom-making porch furniture, hiring a few other lunks and a sister to do the bookwork, creating a ‘small business’ refurbishing houses, and eventually winding up with a full-fledged ’Woodsman’s Store’, replete with sales and service departments…… not a millionaire, but in a verrry high NY tax bracket. Oh, {but it’s whispered about} “he didn’t graduate from college!” Fie, I say. {end of rant}

I didn’t attend college until about ten years after graduating from high school. I was amazed to see so many freshmen, who had just graduated from high school, being ill-prepared for college-level reading and writing.

Jo Clear (aka: Grasshopper)The main thing I learned from college was how to learn. Whenever a blacklist hit (as they did frequently back in the bad old days), I would just go to my hobby bin, find another job, learn up to professional standards and wait until the next hit. At one time, that was coming every six weeks (time it took to file income tax withholding and having my job discovered); six years in exile (thanks Canada); but I survived to a comfortable retirement (from what? a lot of things) with the kids grown and the same wife I started out with, and a few people kind enough to say how I influenced their lives for the better. If it weren’t so wordy, it would make a nice obit, but at 83, I am still rousing the rabble and celebrating the true meaning of May Day.