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All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten

It seems like there’s often value in getting back to basics. We all learn things throughout life, but much of what we really need was learned early. All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sand pile at school.

Here are some things I learned:

  • Share everything.
  • Play fair.
  • Don’t hit people.
  • Put things back where you found them.
  • Clean up your own mess.
  • Don’t take things that aren’t yours.
  • Say you’re sorry when you hurt somebody.
  • Wash your hands before you eat.
  • Flush.
  • Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
  • Live a balanced life – learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work some every day.
  • Take a nap every afternoon.
  • When you go out in the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands and stick together.
  • Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the Styrofoam cup: the roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.
  • Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup – they all die, and so do we.
  • And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned – the biggest word of all – LOOK.

Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule, love, basic sanitation, ecology, politics, equality, and sane living.

Take any one of those items, translate it into sophisticated adult terms, and apply it to your family life or your work or government or your world and it holds true and clear and firm. Think what a better world it would be if the whole world had cookies and milk at about 3 o’clock in the afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments had as a basic policy to always put things back where they found them and to clean up their own mess.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are when you go out in the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.

Source: “All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten” by Robert Fulghum.  

There’s no doubt about it, that’s pretty good advice! And now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s milk and cookies time!

We hope you have time to join us for one of our last workshops of 2018.  If you want to get your planning done once and for all and start 2019 with your planning done, join us.

Jeffrey Bellomo, Esq.

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Random Thoughts On The Good Old Days

Recently I began reflecting a bit on the “good old days”. It started when I got a new baseball glove. I had a really great glove, but I stopped using it about 15 or so years ago when my sons stopped playing baseball, and I lost it in my several moves since then.

I loved that glove! It was a combined catcher’s/first baseman’s mitt – lefthanded. I was a pretty good first baseman in my youth. My oldest grandson is almost 4, so this spring I decided I had better get a new glove. Of course, I got a first baseman’s mitt. I then went to get neatsfoot oil but ended up with what’s called glove oil. I mentioned that I was going to put it into a heavy plastic bag and run over it several times with my car to break it in right. I might as well have said I was going to light it on fire. People had never heard of that. Someone mentioned that I could take it to the local sporting goods store and they would steam it, but why go to all that trouble when I have a perfectly good car? In my day, the only real way to break in a glove was to slather it with oil and run your car over it a bunch of times, and that’s what I did with my new glove!  

I then thought about what we used to do with blue jeans (as they were called then) when I was in high school in the mid to late 1960s. We weren’t allowed to wear jeans to school, and they weren’t readily available in the suburbs, so we would travel up Route 309 to the Montgomeryville Mart, in a rural agricultural area, where jeans were sold for their practicality to farmers and such for their utility, not for fashion. We would buy a couple of pairs for under $10 each. Of course, we needed to get rid of the stiffness and new jean look, so we would tie them to the back of our cars and drag them around the neighborhood to get them that worn look and soften them up. If we weren’t careful, we would wear a hole in them or tear them, and then we would have to make cutoffs out of them. We didn’t make that mistake often, as we used our own money to buy them – our parents weren’t going to spend their good money on clothes that weren’t good enough for school.   

I don’t know if those were “good”, but they were the “old days”, and that was much more fun than paying over $100 for a pair of torn (“distressed”?) jeans, which people now wear everywhere. Maybe I need to look into buying a bunch of brand name jeans, tying them to the fender of my car, dragging them around the neighborhood scuffing and tearing them, and selling them for triple what I paid for them. Sounds like a retirement plan. Anyone interested in a solid investment? Give me a call.

Bill Poole

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