Humanity can be so obstinate when it finds a cause to support. I deal with this stubborn natured characteristic all the time whenever I discuss politics, religion, or economics with the locals in my current home town. In particular, my next door neighbor Chuck epitomizes the title of this article in the very literal sense. Yes, this man has said to me “bite my ass and leave” when discussing healthcare and socialism, secularism, and anything involving guns and the American flag.
To put Chuck in perspective for you, he’s a very young 77 years old. Extremely hard of hearing, so conversations are often shouting matches, and there isn’t even any tension involved. The man simply just can’t hear a goddamn thing he is told unless your voice is at least 30 decibel high, and he shouts so he can hear what he is saying back at you. Chuck served in Vietnam, as well, but he doesn’t talk on it too much and I don’t blame him. And he has a tendency to listen to his favorite AM radio channel at full volume while out on his porch.
Starting at five in the morning.
Ah, Chuck. I tell you, my first interaction with him was an awkward one. I hadn’t ever really talked to the guy in the first two months of living here, so his shouting at me “You can park there. That’s my van in front of you. I just got it back yesterday from the shop.” threw me a little off guard at first. I wasn’t sure if he was passively aggressively hinting that he didn’t like me parked behind his vehicle or what, but I played it off, telling him how I thought that it was great he had his van back from the shop.He just smiled, his huge post cataract surgery sunglasses completely obscuring his eyes from me, so I couldn’t tell if he was being genuine or smirking in aggravation.I went on my way and hoped I hadn’t pissed the guy off. Winter settled in a month later, and I woke up one morning to a weird squawking sound outside my window. At first, I thought my neighbors had an alarm clock going off. After all, it was five in the morning and still dark outside. Nope, it was Chuck in about thirty layers of clothing, sunglasses on, listening to Rush Limbaugh while on his front porch. It quickly dawned on me he wasn’t an angry old bastard. He was just a pistol of a personality. Yeah, I liked this guy. Read more here on my blog The Bluegrass Skeptic...