Where'd all the Good People Go?

Where'd all the Good People Go? is actually the refrain of a song I like. Who are the good people? The tiny part of my brain that thinks it knows these things tells me the good people have jobs, that they show up to on time, if not early.  They work hard all day and make their company money. They come home at a decent hour and make dinner, talk to their kids, straighten up their houses, say 'Hi' to the neighbors, call their mother, brush their teeth, and turn out all the lights and the TV before going to sleep, in their bed.

On the weekends they mow and mulch their lawns. They fix broken gutters and maybe power-wash the siding. They decorate the outside of their homes according to the season, and remove said decorations promptly, and put it all away in rubber-maid bins they store in the attic. They drag the decorations down and unpack it, then pack it up again and again and again.

They take nice planned out vacations, they go weekends to visit friends. They send little gifts to their friends kids on their birthdays. They always remember to send Christmas, sympathy and 'thinking of you' cards. They use coupons, all their bills are paid on time, they have adequate retirement savings. Their car is always presentable. Their house never smells funny.

They can't believe people who let their grass get too high, and don't use weed-n-feed every fall. They look on in disgust at people who show up late for work. They sneer at laziness and ungratefulness. They just don't believe in clutter, at all, anywhere.

The good people, who keep everything going along, going along.....banks and political parties and corporations and universities and sports leagues and the highway system.....and Facebook.