Life Goes On.

Cold air is filtering down into the hull of the boat.  Outside The Commander and Rodger are discussing something.  The peaceful morning has begun and a lot of the sailors are just waking up.  The boats are nudged against the shore in Butcher Bay.  Last night the conversations went on long into the night under the stars around the campfire.  The small spit of land that separates the bay from the lake is an ideal spot to sit and sip your wine while the driftwood fire warms you.  Yesterday the wind was plentiful, but today the boats will have to slog East with little or no breeze.  A good possibility there will be a lot of motoring.  Fall has come and you can see it in the trees, feel it in the air, and mentally you must prepare for change.  Living amongst retired men and women means the migration will begin.  Some will head south to escape the cold others will slowly be forced out of the Dakotas to seek a different climate.

As we sat around the campfire Kadizzle made the observation out loud we live as some of the most privileged people on Earth.  Of the billions occupying the spinning planet how many have so much while so many have so little. We work when and if we want to.  We travel where and how we want to. We eat and drink as we like.  We decide when to sleep, what to watch, and how many gizzmos to buy.  Meanwhile most of the people on Earth live on less than ten dollars a day.  So many are sleeping in the streets.  The average person in India uses two gallons of gasoline a year.  In one jet trip we spew 800 gallons out the back just to get us to a ball game in Denver.  We throw out more food than many countries consume.  Our military budget is ten time that of the next ten countries combined.  There is a tanker ever three miles headed to our country to fuel our addiction to oil.  Every 15 minutes a coal train leaves Gillette Wyoming to help belch smoke into the air all over the country.  We have 6,000 planes in the air in any give moment taking us to see the grandchildren.

So we live in the top half of the top one percent of the people on the planet, but Kadizzle is a little disappointed because he has a cold.