Last night I was watching a mystery, a real live murder mystery on television, how a husband was accused of murdering his wife. They had a two year old boy and his wife was 4 months pregnant with their second child at the time he murdered her. Pictures were shown of their wedding and early marriage and their first child learning to walk. They seemed happy and under normal circumstances you would think they would have lived happily ever after. But, things change, he became infatuated with another woman and he couldn’t be with her the way he would like to with ’baggage’, a wife and child. So he started planning a way that he could become free of his baggage. He purchased a life insurance policy on his wife for a million dollars. That was to assure that he and his new girlfriend could live comfortably together after the deed was done. Evidence convicted him and things did not work out the way he planned. ‘Things change’! As I watched, the thought kept going through my mind: How on earth could he do that? Then I began to realize that things only changed for his sweet wife and child. He never changed, he was always self centered, cruel and sociopathic. To plan a murder of a perfectly innocent person who loved him was no big deal for him, it was her fault you see, she was in his way. ‘Things Change’. Some time ago, I was reading about the anniversary of the state of California. It was funny enough that I wanted to keep the article. The article was written in jest but had a lot of truth as well. California – 156 Years Ago; Do you know what happened this week back in 1850, in California? California became a state. The state had no electricity. The state had no money. Almost everyone spoke Spanish. There were gunfights in the streets. So basically, it was just like Californians today except that women had real breasts and men didn’t hold hands.
Things Change. I was born in February 1934 and when I was fifteen I had dropped out of junior high school and was working wherever I could find work and for a while it was usually short lived, part-time work, and I needed transportation to get around. This was in the spring of 1949 when I bought my first car, a 1934 Ford coupe, born the same year that I was; it had what was called suicide doors and a rumble seat. The doors opened from the front, so if you opened them while the car was moving down the highway, the wind would catch the door and rip it right off. It was before hydraulics had been invented for common use and so the brakes, the steering, the suspension, etc. were all mechanical. So everything worked but it took a relatively strong person to drive the car. This was just a few years after the second world war ended and the civilian car manufacturers were just getting tooled up to start producing a few fairly modern, decent cars. Things Change. In my 85 years of life I can promise you that a lot of things have changed. Too, they will keep on changing, hopefully for the better. God bless the USA.