Nothing Lasts Forever – Red Bluff Daily News
I watch home improvement shows when I cycle to the gym. It struck me the other day that nothing is really permanent. When these houses were built 30, 50 or 100 years ago, they were brand new. Now when the designers look at them, “It has to go. It has to come out. The chimney must be replaced. And in 30 or 100 years somebody else will say the same thing again. Although at that point it might be cheaper to take it apart and bring a giant 3D printer. Assuming, of course, that the zombie apocalypse hasn’t happened and people still live in single-family homes.
It’s like buying a new roof. “This has a 30-year warranty. This one’s 50. And this baby is guaranteed for life! Whose life? I won’t be there to check. And if the roof breaks down at 29, where will it go? Will this roofing business still be in business Will the manufacturer still exist Do you remember the bad plastic pipe lawsuits a few years ago? My condo complex had this thing, that was discovered after the plumbing started to fail. It was years after the company that made it went bankrupt. Even if it had had a lifetime warranty, it would have been worthless. We were alone .
Watch a condo collapse in Florida. No one expected it. It was also a new building at one time. People have been buying and selling units there for decades. I’m sure there had been a lot of renovation and decoration as well. So – boom! Everything is gone. Houses are constantly being built, sold, resold and subsequently renovated. Until they’re gone.
Even cemeteries are not “eternal” places of rest. Buy a safe to protect the casket, a large, expensive stone marker, and sign up for the “forever” maintenance plan. Some 150 years later, they needed land to expand the city. Everyone is moved. Most of the people who would be bothered are now dead. I don’t know how it’s handled, but a long time ago they would just bury all the leftovers together in one place and use a single marker. I think I’d rather take a chance and put my ashes in an urn. Everything would be fine until there were no more parents, or they were tired of dragging me around. Then I would get thrown away and my urn would become a pretty vase after the garage sale. People are now burrowing in the clods of trees, creating beautiful parks with tasteful little markers. A good idea – until one pest kills all the trees, or the “climate change” fires burn everything to the ground. Then it becomes the Musk Spaceport or something like that.
It is as if all Confederate statues are done away with now. I know that a new pharaoh often carved out the names and faces of his predecessor from buildings, in an attempt to erase his memory. Once the present generation passed away, then the masses would have no idea who had come before, for they were uneducated and there was no printing press yet (although they could read). Building something big and putting your name on it was the only way to make sure you were remembered, at least for a while. The only ones who really succeeded in this were the pharaohs who built the great pyramids. Quite difficult to make them disappear. But a single asteroid strike or a nuclear device would wipe out the Great Pyramid, and Pharaoh Khufu’s name would be lost. After all, even the sun will one day disappear, taking most of the solar system with it. Nothing lasts eternally.
Corky Pickering and his wife moved from the Bay Area to Cottonwood in 2014. He recently retired from the federal government as a lawyer advising law enforcement. He was rock and roll bassist and Marine JAG. He can be reached at [email protected]