In the early spring of 1991, my husband was close to a fella named Ray who was part owner of Beaver Productions out of Louisiana. They managed concert tours, mostly rock and roll, some country music too. These were multi-million dollar productions that are out on the road for months at a time.
One afternoon Ray called saying he was in a bind, they're having a show in Dallas that night and were a man short for backstage work and some security, would you help me out? My husband said "Of course!"
He went, loved it, and flew to Lubbock a few weeks later to interview for a job as a tour bus driver for Roadhouse Transportation. He got the job.
Not more than 2 weeks after being hired, Roadhouse called and needed him, asap, to fly from Dallas / Ft.Worth to meet a tour already in progress in Buffalo, New York.
It was Clint Black's "Put Yourself in My Shoes" tour with Lori Morgan and Merle Haggard. He was to take over the audio truck as the previous driver had "moved" to take over as the personal bus driver for Lori Morgan.
Just before Memorial Day, I was invited to meet up with the tour while they were recording in Nashville and then ride with my husband to the next show in Seattle, Washington. We had 6 days to travel there.
We'd never been out west, never mind had the chance to drive across the country together, so we did it! It was a blast, too. I remember when we saw these signs, "Continental Divide just ahead" and we sort of knew what that meant, but when we crossed it we looked at each other with expressions of, "what now" written on our faces. I figured this is what you tell others about to impress them that you're "well traveled."
After arriving, checking in, and dressing for a casual dinner at the venue, I came upon some news that floored me. I'd need blankets that night in this particular hotel because they'd already turned off the huge boilers in the basement, that supplied steamed heat for the rooms. I'm a Texan. We don't do cold very politely. I didn't cuss (very loudly) while on the phone.
I finally got to make my way to the venue, found the caterers and fixed myself a plate of sliced ham, boiled potatoes, and green beans, saving room for dessert!
My husband was off taking care of his truck and in walked Merle Haggard, looking much like he always did. He fixed his own plate and sat next to ME! We smiled and ate in relative silence. I was just about to get up to clear my spot when he leaned over and asked, "Ya gonna eat them green beans?"
What do I DO!?! What should I say? OH MY GOSH!
I needn't tell you that Merle Haggard got my green beans. Who'd deny him such a simple request? I said, "Help yourself" and he thanked me.
I told my husband the story and he thought it was hilarious. After that, it was passed around between the drivers and production crew to ultimately become "Roadie Gold."
The government has been committing usury (or guaranteeing usurious commercial bank loans) for decades and everyone sees it is a problem. Unbridled loans have indebted lower classes who thought the government was helping them out and enabled vanity-driven snobs seeking elitism. Americans became addicted to the idea of college and it got expensive. Student loans are one result of a society obsessed with pseudo-intellectualism and / or unrealistic aspirations.
This isn't about whether or not I think kids taking out loans got hosed. Of course they did. I think they were to some extent culturally pushed into making a decision they were not mature or responsible enough to make. Colleges scammed them by promising them the world and societal cheerleaders helped by telling them to follow their dreams, however asinine they may have been.
I sympathize some, but my sympathy has its limits, especially with this sense of entitlement and victimhood of anyone who opted to take out massive loans. They got what they wanted. They chose to take out a loan to make a purchase. How that personal investment turned out is not my problem. I know I can't pick up the tab, and no one else should either. I have my own bills to pay and I can't take on anyone else's.
I'm not opposed to people wanting an education to better themselves, though I do not think everyone should go to college. But colleges have made out really well by having an endless money fountain without any accountability while telling everyone they need to go to college. Debt forgiveness does nothing to address this, and "free college" won't either.
The extreme cynic in me keeps seeing what the end game is. If loan forgiveness and free college are like anything else the Democrats do these days, expect a caste system of identity politics. If you attended a Christian institution, you will be ineligible. There will be the inevitable questionnaire about your political leanings. Are you conservative? Do you support Israel? Are you pro-life? Do you eat at Chick-fil-A? What is two plus two?
And then there is the matter of government expansion. The bureau of student loan debt relief will be a nightmare. It'll chew up a massive budget and spit out propaganda. There will probably be a new czar and a website that’ll crash with the rollout.
The government will hold that over your head for years. I wouldn't be surprised if there were a box to check on whether or not you received a "debt reduction or loan forgiveness" on tax forms and credit applications. And another for "Are you registered with the Democrat Socialist Party?"
As a bonus, your windfall due to loan forgiveness gets taxed and you’re paying into some other nonsense program. Hey you can afford it now, right? Big Gov helped you out. Stop being stingy.
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