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Hi, my name is Randy Hill and I am just one of thousands of people around the world, tired and frustrated with the lack of consideration that is displayed by a growing "demographic" that I call, "the great unwashed and ill-mannered." People who can't seem to get outside their little world long enough to see the stress that they create on the rest of the population.

I've created this blog and online store as an outlet for this pent-up frustration...and also to have a little devious fun while I'm at it!

Have fun and keep it down while you're in here. Thanks.

[When Randy isn't whining about noisy and rude people, he dreams up designs in his studio at Hill Design Studios. A native Texan, Randy resides in the wilds of the Pacific Northwest with his wife Dawn and four cats]

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Respect for those who have left us

By Randy | June 27, 2007

The other day, I was thinking back to when I was a kid growing up in central Texas. I can remember riding with my grandfather one afternoon in his 1949 Ford. We were driving along Highway 21 towards San Marcos, Texas and I can remember a funeral procession of cars coming toward us from the opposite direction with their lights on. Grandpa pulled the car over to the side of the road, got out of the car, took his hand and covered his heart as the string of cars passed slowly by.

It’s called respect, folks. Something we don’t see a lot of anymore. In fact, at least in this area of the country, you are lucky if anyone pulls over at all, even with police lights blazing and speeding toward an emergency.

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