By Paul Harvey
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.
That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it's worth it, if at the end is home...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 learn 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 5 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 the bumper or the guy in front would choke you with dust & 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 mail box.
What if it rained and the Dirt Road got washed out? That was the best part, 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!
Thanks Paul Harvey!

I grew up on a dirt road
it was and still is called Frank Kirk Road
it's paved now...
and I haven't lived there in 41 years
but I remember it well...
When it rained the school bus couldn't make it over the slippery red mud hill at the Kirk sister's house
the high school boys would go out the back door of the bus and push us over
they always got splattered in the red mud
none of them ever complained about having their school clothes ruined
I don't think there was a difference in school clothes, play clothes and work clothes back in the day,
they didn't get sent home because they were a mess either
and everyone rode the same bus whether you were in 1st grade or 12th.
we had a pet pig ( Eloise ) who would wait for the bus to bring us home
in the middle of the dirt road
my sister was always horrified
we would eat dewberries
that grew along side the dirt road
wild strawberries, muscadines, blackberries and plums too...

the Kirk sisters also had a mean ole bull
sometimes we harassed him
from the other side of the barbed wire fence of course

I miss that time in my life
have a great week
ilym
p.s. these are google images,
the last one looks very much like our road
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