Sometimes I Wonder

Here are a few stories from today’s local newspaper:

“Suspect in bat assault case headed to trial.” A homeowner caught a thief going through his (the homeowner’s) van, and hit the thief with a baseball bat. The homeowner is going to trial. The thief pleaded guilty to a misdemeanor.

“Marshals, police nab city woman.” Twice she tried to run them down with her car, then started punching them.

“Marietta man charged with raping child.” Needs no explanation.

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U.S.

call driving while distracted an ‘epidemic.’” Again no explanation needed.

I was beginning to think the SETI searchers (see 9/27 blog) should be trying to find signs of intelligent life on earth. Then I came across the following letter to the editor:

“Day of Caring volunteers energetic, inspiring.” This is a thank you letter to 3,100 local volunteers who took part in United Way of Lancaster’s 18^th annual Day of Caring. Among many other things they weatherized the home of a local soldier, scrubbed graffiti off a park pavilion and prepared 1,300 sandwiches for a Thank You Picnic. It restored some of my hope for the human race.

As long as there are people like this, the SETI searchers can stay with their original objective.

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