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Why did it take so long?

I watched the film 'Shirley Valentine' the other night.   I watched her and the others lugging heavy suitcases and I remembered doing the exact same thing, only there were more of them because I had children and I lived in other countries so travelled a great deal.  In 1969 Neil Armstrong landed on the moon.  In 1970 we moved  to New York with a five month old and a one year old and lots of luggage.  So why did we all wait decades before someone thought of putting wheels on the suitcases?

I asked my 4 year old grandson if he had been eating his broccoli and he said what most children say,  'I don't like it'.  I said it was like the Dr Seuss book, Green Eggs and Ham and that if he tried it he would probably like it.  Kids are smart these days, or wily, and he said that he would eat broccoli if I ate chocolate.  Now I hate chocolate and all things sweet, even the smell of chocolate puts me off, but I remember seeing in the supermarket Lindt 100% bars of chocolate.  I could not imagine what it would taste like but an adult grandson once said that that was probably the only chocolate I would tolerate.  So I took up my little grandson's challenge and agreed.  The next time we skyped he was ready with his broccoli and I with my 100% chocolate.  He popped the  broccoli in his mouth and declared that he liked it.  Success.  I broke off a square of chocolate and was surprised how alien the taste was, only ever having eaten savoury food.  It wasn't sweet, it wasn't anything really, just alien.  Thankfully he didn't ask me if I liked it.  He was satisfied that I had kept our agreement but I don't think I will be trying it again.

Isn't it ironic that Trump wanted to stop all the people from Mexico going into the States because he declared them to be all rapists and criminals.  Now due to his total lack leadership, which has allowed the coronavirus to run out of control, Mexico has closed its border with the United States to stop virus ridden Americans crossing into Mexico.  

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