So I am back. Again. Thanks to Tony Cox for sitting in while I was away dealing with yet more fallout from my brother’s sudden death last month. And thank you again for all the good wishes and supportive remarks that keep on coming. I don’t know when I will be able to respond to them all, but I will.
Without going into all the details, I will tell you that one crisis leads to another. But crisis often creates opportunity, and the opportunity was that my sister and I were finally able to move our parents into circumstances that they had long resisted but which we both felt were far superior and safer for them.
As you might imagine this whole experience has opened up some areas of inquiry and interest for me, and I want to share those with you to the degree that I can.
We will be having some conversations about issues in senior care or elder care, coming up shortly.
We have already had some but we plan to have more.
But while I have your attention, let me say this: I hope there is a special place in hell for the people who prey on seniors, financially and otherwise, as well as others with cognitive disabilities.
Every now and again if you live in a big city as I do, the local news will show you some horrendous video of some street thug grabbing some poor senior diva’s purse or knocking her to the ground and running away, or even, tragically, knocking some poor elderly man down in the street and driving off. We all know this is bad and the people who do this deserve our opprobrium.
But we rarely give thought to the thugs with computers and telephones who are bilking these people out of the money they have to live on.
And yes I know I’ll have to hear from the telemarketing association about how they perform this vital service to the homebound and blah blah blah.
And I am sure I’ll hear from the peanut gallery about personal responsibility and blah blah blah.
But these white collar thugs who are busy — and YOU know who you are because I know who you are — let me ask you:
How do you sleep at night selling multiple vacuum cleaners and automatic slicers and magazines to elderly people?
You know you are because even if these seniors might need ONE of these things, you know perfectly well they don’t need THREE OR FOUR of the same thing.
And you know perfectly well they don’t need more magazines than a dentist’s office, and they don’t need multiple credit cards. And they don’t need these fake “collectibles” that have absolutely no long-term value.
How about some personal responsibility on your end?