Dirt Roads

kirkI came across this old classic by Paul Harvey and thought you would also enjoy it:

What’s mainly wrong with society today is that too many dirt roads have been paved. There’s not a problem in America today – crime, drugs, education, divorce, delinquency – that wouldn’t be remedied if we just had more dirt roads because dirt roads give character.

People that live at the end of dirt roads learn early on that life is a bumpy ride. It can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it’s worth it if, at the end, is home with a loving spouse, happy kids, and a dog.

We wouldn’t have near the trouble with our educational system if our kids got their exercise walking a dirt road with other kids from whom they learned how to get along. There was less crime in our streets before they were paved. Criminals didn’t walk two dusty miles to rob or rape if they knew they’d be welcomed by five barking dogs and a double barrel shotgun. And there were no drive-by shootings.

Our values were better when our roads were worse! People did not worship their cars more than their kids, and motorists were more courteous; they didn’t tailgate by riding your bumper, nor did the guy in front choke you with dust, or bust your windshield with rocks.

Dirt roads taught patience. Dirt roads were environmentally friendly; you didn’t hop in your car for a quart of milk – you walked to the barn for your milk. For your mail, you walked to the mailbox.

What if it rained and the dirt road got washed out? That was the best part because then you stayed home and had some family time, roasted marshmallows, and popped popcorn and pony rode on daddy’s shoulders and learned how to make prettier quilts than anybody.

At the end of dirt roads, you soon learned that bad words tasted like soap. Most paved roads lead to trouble; dirt roads more likely lead to a fishing creek or a swimming hole.

At the end of a dirt road, the only time we even locked our car was in August, because if we didn’t some neighbor would fill it with too much zucchini.

At the end of a dirt road, there was always extra springtime income from when city dudes would get stuck; you’d have to hitch up a team and pull them out. Usually, you got a dollar…always you got a new friend…at the end of a dirt road!

Here’s the way I see it: Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt. And remember, our team is here to help you with print materials that are sure to create memories for years to come.


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