Leigh's Views

 A few weeks ago, I got an email from a local theater. A little note letting me know that on Tuesdays tickets, popcorn and drinks were cheaper. Okay, I'll bite and be brave - go to the movie theater for the first time in 18 months. Opening the app, I looked at what movies were available and bought a ticket to 'Free guy'. There I was on that Tuesday, standing in an empty parking lot wondering if it was some kind of joke. The ticket window didn't even exist anymore. Taking a huge breath, I decided to try the door. To my surprise, it opened to the dim lobby. One lone person stood behind the concession stand, she was playing with her phone and ignoring me. I spotted a row of machines off to one side, you know the ones - like they have at airports to get your tickets. I walk over and yup, that's how you check-in at the theater now. Next, I head over to the lone employee to get popcorn. I don't drink soda, thus I had water in my purse. She gets the popcorn for me, ask...

So, the other week I went to a museum with a friend of mine. There was a lot of old farming equipment and for whatever reason, most of it wasn’t labeled or identified in anyway.   Thus, my friend was trusting me to know what most of the stuff was since I’m from farm country out West. We were doing fine until we turned a turn and she stopped dead in her tracks and turned to me, “What in the world is a wooden treadmill doing in here?!’ Ah, yeah, I could instantly see why there was confusion on this point. My friend was thinking in terms of exercise equipment not farm equipment. Okay, I quickly explained the purpose of the thing. Oh, and in case you, my dear reader, don’t know – it’s for oxen. They walk on the treadmill to provide power to basic farm equipment like threshers and such. Well, the look of puzzlement on my friend’s face was rather comical. Pretty obvious she’d never heard of such a thing. Then, a frown started to grow, eyes scrunched up, a finger began to tap her lips. Fi...