I hope you get to be Old Fashioned. Because that means you are getting old. Which means you are still on the up side of the Good Mother’s Green Earth. Beats the alternative.
You will see wonderful innovations. some will leave you agog. There will be advances in your areas of expertise. So many so that you may not recognize your life’s passion.
You may even build a road. And find at some point that you’re not welcome to travel it.
Our Nebraska LDR community was built the Old Fashioned Way. Constant promoting. Fighting the Good Fight. Body shots. Head blows. Promote, promote, promote. Posting race bills and information and decals and personally handing out thousands upon thousands of flyers. By hand and by foot, seeking word of mouth. The Old Fashioned Way.
Today we all, to some degree or another, enjoy the fruits of those labors.
I’ve been asked by an event to not put my race flyers on the windshields of vehicles parked inside a public park.
Public.
Park.
Complying with the request. I don’t have to but I will. In an effort to get along.
If you have an event after April 2nd, you are more than welcome to come out to Platte River State Park that morning and distribute your race flyers. Knowing you are a non marketing degreed dinosaur like me and won’t say a word about it.
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