Memorial day

When I was a kid, my Uncle Bud use to go to the cemetary every memorial day and put flags by all of the family grave stones. One day Uncle Bud died and no more flags. My father and all his brothers and my uncles on my mom's side all fought in World War II. My uncle John, my dads brother was decorated for saving some small Italian town. My mom always said it was probably because he was smashed. My Uncle John liked to drink. This doesn't really have anything to do with living in Arizona but it was something I was remembering.

I live in Phoenix, not Nazi Phoenix, just Phoenix Arizona. I was born and raised in Chicago and it will always be home to me but I live here now. It's really hard to live here, the pay sucks, bigtime, and the public transportation isn't so great either. It's better now but they put in this Light Rail which is a good idea but they should have extended it farther than they did and they have this stupid honor system for paying and most of the people who ride the train don't pay so the transportation department is losing money, gee I wonder why.

The immigration bill has really caused quite a stink around here, in case you hadn't heard. Someone asked me how do you tell legal from illegal, well, my answer would be how does any country tell. You ask for identification. How come every other country in the world can do this but we cannot? Why are the rules supposed to be different for Mexicans? If you don't live here you really don't understand what it's like.

The problem I have here is the attitude of entitlement. That any one group of people is entitled to whatever it is they happen to want. Wanting something, needing something, working for something is one thing but thinking you are entitled to it just because you want it is a whole other thing. I don't just mean in the immigration case. I mean in anything.