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Sage grass & cedars
by Darrell Thompson

The Good Ole Ways

I’m sure that you have heard others, or maybe yourself, talk about and even seem to be longing for a time referred to as the "good ole days." I am at an age now that I find myself thinking of the way some things used to be and think of those days as the good ole days myself.

Why would we refer to a time from the distant past as the good ole days? What made the good ole days good? Were those days good because of the things that we didn’t have then that we do now? Would people long to go back to a time of no air conditioning, mostly dirt roads, fewer modern conveniences, no TV or just a few local channels available, AM radio? The list could go on and on.

I would say that none of us would want to give up the modern things that supposedly make life easier to go live in a more primitive time. If that is really what we wanted to do, I’m sure there’s some place in the world that is primitive enough that we could fit right in. So, the distant past is not thought of as the good ole days because of the thing we did without.

A longing for the good ole days is a recognition that all the modern stuff has not given us more time for the things that really matter. Whether we are busy with recreation or work, our lives are spent at a faster rate than ever before. The computers in our work place now seem necessary and unthinkable to go back to doing things the old way. But we have not given ourselves more time with the introduction of computers. With computers, many more things are possible than ever before and therefore more is expected than ever before.

I think those of us old enough to remember a time that we think of as the good ole days are longing more for the good ole ways rather than for the good ole days. This is obvious more in the realm of business than any other area, in my opinion. There have always been crooks among us, but most know of or have heard of a day when a man’s word was his bond and a handshake was as binding as a signature on a dotted line.

Deception is now a major part of marketing conspiracy. Manufacturers know that most people shop for the best price. They also know that our biggest weakness in school was fractions in arithmetic. Many products have gone from standard units of measure to fractions. Coffee went from pound bags to 13-ounce bags and now to 11.5-ounce bags. The size has steadily decreased while the price has stayed the same. I just went to the cabinet to check out what I thought was a 3 pound can of coffee to find that it was 2 pounds, 2.5 ounces. Most ice cream has gone from half-gallon to 1.75 quarts. It always seems to be some odd weight to make figuring the true cost difficult. The odder the weight is, the more difficult it is to know the true cost per unit of measure.

Have you tried to buy a car or truck lately? Those TV commercials with the lines of unreadable fine print at the bottom of the screen are meant to be deceptive. The radio commercial where a man says seven complete sentences in six seconds at the end that is not intended to be understood by us southern talking people. A couple of years ago, Bev and I decided that we wanted to trade for a new vehicle. We went to a large, well known dealership that was advertising a "super sale." The part of the radio commercial that we could understand sounded pretty good.

The salesman took the keys of the vehicle we were going to trade in to let someone evaluate it and then ask us some questions about what we were interested in. We were then told to wait in his office while he went and made his first selection. Bev and I looked at each other with puzzled looks on our faces; she giggled and I snickered. It sounded as if talking to us had inspired him to go pick out a truck for himself. By the time we got our keys back to the car that we came in with and made our escape, the evening was wasted. Even the restaurant where we had planned to eat had already closed.

I recently helped Josh, my youngest son, trade vehicles. The persistent question that the salesperson kept asking him was "What payment can you make?" Josh finally blurted out that he could make a payment of $300. She went and discussed the deal with the young, slick-headed sales manager and came back with the good news that they had worked out a deal where the payment would be exactly the payment that he had stated. They wanted to make a deal based on a payment only and not disclose cost of their vehicle, trade in allowance, interest rate, amount financed, length of contract, etc. What has happened to the days when you just reached an agreement on the difference between the new car and trade-in and went from there? That was the old way of doing things.

The Co-ops are changing with the times as well. But may the day never come when you go to the Co-op and find that nails are priced at $.88 per 13.5 ounces.

Darrell Thompson is the Moulton store manager of Lawrence County Exchange.

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