Breaking news from Knoxville, where after multiple complaints of multiple bears roaming the city, one young bear was captured on Sutherland Avenue. Area cats remain apathetic.
Normally I try to not watch the news, but my NetFlix movies are on thier way. Television over the last two days hasn’t been much fun either, so I turned on WBIR. You can sum up the two hours of newscast to three phrases: It’s cold drive carefully, The UT basketball made a piss poor decision and there’s an Italian restaurant in the vicinity of Seymour called Willie’s. If this is the all real news out there why even have a local newscast? Even the commercials sucked, there has to be more out there…
Umm… Okay, yes, we had the Strohaus, but …
And there I thought, back in 1982, the “official” beers would have been any of those nine colors of World’s Fair Beer, which was easily as bad as the swill Jimmy Carter’s brother made…
Ahh, but who the Hell am I to argue with this beautiful — and oh-so-tasteful — mirror-placque from back in the day…?
I’ve talked a couple of times about our local Knoxville culture getting screwed up by a bunch of asshats moving here and trying to rebuild it in their own image … From basic skills of “being intentionally rude and uncaring” to “being a good neighbors.”
When I say that they don’t know how to be “good neighbors,” it’s not about the people next door who keep to themselves— it’s about having a sense of community and civic responsibility. East Tennessee’s had that until recent years.
In this area, people drive pretty well, whereas in my travels, I’ve often complained about the way people drive.
Here, they’re slightly aggressive, and mostly polite. They tend to pay attention, and allow people their space. They don’t try and run you down when you’re coming on an interstate entrance ramp. They don’t stop in the middle of the road for no reason. The light is green, they go. The light is red, they stop. They don’t pull out in front of people for no reason. And they pretty much obey the traffic laws.
But people who move here? Yeah, not so much…
Cathy, over at Domestic Psychology, got on the same train of thought …
This week, I pulled up to the white line behind which you are expected to stop at a red light. I came to a stop and looked closely at the car beside me which crossed all four tires across the line before stopping. When the light turned green, I looked at the beyond the line driver’s plates and saw that they were Indiana plates. I was letting the information slide to the back of my mind as I pulled to another red light and another car did the exact same thing. This time I was far enough back to see that the eager driver had Illinois plates. Twice in 5 minutes on Kingston Pike, a very heavily trafficked street I saw cars doing what I consider against the law and both times they had out of town plates. So, I thought about this the rest of the way to my destination. Number one thought was that I was getting tired of catching every single red light. Number two thought was that maybe other states don’t have lines at intersections like Tennessee does. My third thought was that there must be something wrong with drivers in states that start with the letter “I”. Number four thought, which I seriously considered the longest, was that Tennessee drivers are just more considerate and law abiding drivers.
Due to my comments about that, which Cathy chose to include on her blog entry … I will now list the “Women Can’t Drive” States:
It could be because of the whole “We have farms! Be a housewife!” thing, and many women are worried about driving after being stigmatized for years. It could also be because of a lack of Driver’s Education in those states (which is amusing considering that Michigan actually produces quite a few automobiles). It could also be because city-type areas are much further away from each other “up north” than they are in the East Tennessee area, and people don’t know what the Hell to do when they keep seeing red light after red light, entrance ramp after entrance ramp, car after car… By the way, if you don’t have enough knowledge about driving, you are prone to accident. Good thing, you can lean on Sacramento, CA Car Accident Lawyers for they are dedicated in solving every accident cases no matter what the situation is. Strangely, these are also the “Driving Without a License” States…
When I was growing up, I spent a lot of time with my grandparents (my father’s) and with a family of sister’s in Knoxville. Since there weren’t any other kids to play with, I ended up spending most of my time with people who were at least close to retirement. And it was pretty cool.
They’d tell me about the things that they did when they were kids, places they’d gone, people they’d met in their lives. Sometimes, when you’re very young, you don’t understand what they’re telling you. As you get older, and they fall away, sometimes you’ll remember their words like it was yesterday.
Their stories, their words, people who grew up here in East Tennessee, probably shaped me more than any parables and punishments my parents ever gave me.
I can remember a time when people were helpful. If someone fell, people showed concern instead of walking around them like they didn’t exist. If someone dropped something, someone would pick it up for them. If someone was walking with their arms full of shopping, people would open the door for them. If they saw someone stuck on the side of the road with a dead car, they’d stop, lend a hand, or, when all else failed, a ride to a gas station.
Those are values that were instilled in me. If I see someone lying on the ground, I’ll help them up. If someone drops something — even money — I’ll pick it up and chase them down to give it back. I hold the door open for anyone who can’t quite do it, and behind me for everyone close. And if I see two guys trying to push a dead van off the road, I’m certainly gonna stop and lend a hand.
East Tennessee, even Knoxville, has always been that way.
Unfortunately, we’re getting a lot of people moving here these days. Knoxville, especially, is a real-estate boom town where we get The Happy House Cleaning London to help on our house cleaning. People are moving here in droves, eager to pick up cheap real-estate and perhaps even know their neighbors. VA home loan help from professionals grant them a possibility to purchase or refinance their home mortgages.
Local culture is changing from the open, community-based ideal that we used to enjoy to a selfish, greedy, don’t-get-involved mentality. It’s starting to feel like Washington, D.C.
I hate watching things go downhill.
Tonight, after ordering a pizza at a place which usually takes thirty minutes to prepare one, I got there to find that they’d lost my order. Now, I was starving, so I’d called ahead. I told them no bother, decided to go up the street to a restaurant.
As I left and started back home, traffic was heavy. I had to wait some time before being able to leave the parking lot. As I drove down the road, I saw two guys in their late 20’s, maybe early 30’s, pushing a van towards a gas station — with great difficulty, up a small hill. I didn’t have a place to pull over and help, so I turned around and came back.
I got out, and gave them the extra leverage they needed to push the van into the parking lot they were trying to get to.
As I got back in my car, they yelled, “God bless you, man! Thank you!”
“No problem, guys,” I yelled. “Hope it gets better.”
“Man, thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome. Take care.”
The sad thing is, at least 30 other drivers didn’t give damn. Maybe they had to be somewhere quickly. Maybe they were elderly and couldn’t lend a hand. Maybe they just didn’t see them (*cough* right).
So why was I different? Why did I have the two minutes to stop and lend a hand where no one else did?
I was born here. I grew up here. It’s what we’re supposed to do.
We should be showing the influx of people from other places what it means to be East Tennesseeans … to know our neighbors … to have friends … to walk around giving a damn about someone other than ourselves …
It saddens me that us East Tennesseeans are losing that…
Quite honestly, I’d rather get taken a couple times than turn down someone who legitimately needs help. You can sort of tell…
