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My little drug problem

To the Editor: Vermont had a drug problem in the 1940s and 50s, too. The infiltration of drugs into Vermont is a growing problem. When asked, Didnt you have a drug problem when growing up? I replied that I did have a drug problem when I was young. It was ongoing and it was in the neighborhood, home and the school. Yeah, a big drug problem existed for a kid, no escaping from it! I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and for funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials, no matter the weather. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher or if I didnt put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me. I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profane four-letter word. I was drug out to pull weeds in moms garden and flowerbeds and cockleburs out of dads fields. I was drug to the homes of family, friends and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline or chop some firewood; if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed. Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack or heroin, and if todays children had this kind of drug problem America would be a better place. Ed Mann
Waltham

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