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Lost and found ... ain't what it used to be
May 1, 2013 - Rob Weaver
I've often suspected nostalgia was sugarcoated, that the good ol' days were never quite as swell as people recall. Otherwise, why would we have invented things such as Super Soakers and in-line skates?
But current events sometimes indicate, as Yogi Berra is credited with saying, the future ain't what it used to be, making the past seem that much better.
Here's a case in point: A bottle was found Tuesday on a street in Bowling Green, causing some nearby residences to be evacuated and a bomb squad to be summoned.
The two-liter bottle had the bottom cut off and wiring, batteries and a switch attached to it, according to Maj. Tony Hetrick, deputy chief of the Bowling Green Police Division. Just to be safe, the area was evacuated and the northwest Ohio bomb squad called. The bomb squad detonated the device after examining it with a robot.
When I was a kid (here comes the nostalgia), if a bottle were found in the middle of the street, you could take it to the nearest store to get the nickel deposit. Batteries and a switch would be a bonus.
Back when I was an adult with darker hair, the proper thing to do would be to pick up the bottle and take it to the nearest trash can ... or recycling bin.
Things are different now.
For example, if you don't know how you would react to finding a misplaced bookbag, purse or lunchbox, figure out a plan now -- especially if you are responsible for a business, school, library or a treehouse, for that matter.
Again, when I was a kid -- back when we could sleep overnight, unsupervised, in a treehouse -- if you found a pursue or bookbag, you would take it to the nearest grownup.
As recently as April 14, that response would be modified to include having someone accompany you as you notify an authority about the lost item -- a witness to verify you did not pilfer it.
Now, supervisors, directors, principals and others in positions of authority better have procedures in place to dictate the response to something such as an errant backpack.
Times have changed. We will have to adapt. The sad part is, someday, these may wistfully be referred to as the good ol' days.
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