my mother was a social worker and complained sometimes about how difficult it
could trying to talk with welfare mothers, none too bright under the best of
times. she would sometimes mention how things got even worse come the third
week of the month when the mothers ran out of money and low on drugs and
usually food.

she believed in helping out those unfortunates, but noted that most had no real
wish to rise above their predicament.

I understand now. Not every welfare mother is on welfare and not every one is
a mother. What is common, though, is the determination to never learn anything
past some very early age of say thirteen. As common as broken fingernails.

what a shame.


felton wrote:
I am beginning to feel sorry for him. Jax obviously has deep seated
fears where rocks are concerned. Perhaps the neighborhood kids used
to throw rocks at young Jax.

What do you mean "used to"? The neighborhood kids still throw rocks at
him. His mom encourages them.


... In any event, the idea of venturing out
on the water where rocks might lurk, unmarked with lights to mark
their presence, seems to have Jax paralyzed with fear. I suppose with
someone with such a phobia, even miles may seem like a mere 60 yards.
Indeed, even with triple GPS redundancy his fear of rocks cannot be
overcome.


Even places like Cape Hatteras, where there are no rocks, he assumes
there must be. I wonder if he thinks the Gulf Stream also has rocks in
it? Thunderstorms? His car?


... I think we can just chalk this up to an area that requires
some intensive psychotherapy. It seems that the prescribed piloting
courses will not be sufficient.

Let's pray that no one tells him about the pirates up that way...

Doesn't matter. Nobody can tell Jaxxie anything about anything. He is in
his own world where sound waves and radio waves are deflected by at
least 2 degrees.

DSK