There are many life lessons I think parents should teach their children, and in turn, I hope to one day to teach my own.
There will be the staples, such as respecting elders, minding your manners and to help others. Those I believe are just matter-of-facts that every child should learn.
I will make sure they know that when life hands you lemons, make lemonade. And when you get older, use those lemons for something a little stronger.
I will make sure they know to follow their dreams. To not let any person tell them that they can't do something and to do what feels right.
But on the same token, I'll tell them to know when to quit.
This is where I'd like to have a talk with the businessmen and women of Trumbull County, because I don't think their mothers had the whole "not knowing when to quit" talk with them.
I don't know how much longer I can drive down the Strip (aka Route 422 in Niles) and see another restaurant, historically doomed for failure, go into the building in front of West Corp, across the street from the old Burlington, and just by history, close down in six months.
Everyone knows where this is. And I'm sure every time someone drives down 422 and sees yet another sign for an unknown restaurant go up, they sigh and shake their head.
Let's see, off the top of my head, and I know I'll miss a few, that place was a Hooters, a seafood place, a bar, an Italian restaurant, A.J. Peppers, another version of A.J. Peppers, and now a Mexican restaurant. Did I miss any?
I don't know what it is about that building. I'm not even going to speculate on ownership or location, because I'm only speaking as an outsider and I don't want to point fingers. But as an outsider looking in ... dang, that place is unlucky.
Maybe it's haunted by the Ghost of Lunchtime past. But either way, you know if a Hooters can't last in that building, any business might have a hard time.
Along with that location, I would like to give an honorable mention award to "Buildings I can't keep up with what they are because they're always changing" to the pizza shop / fish place on the corner of Mahoning Avenue and Summit Street and to Club 1762 / Silver Dollar Saloon / The Mill / whatever it is now in Austintown.
It's not like I don't want businesses to succeed around here. I hate the fact that our towns have fallen on hard times and I would like nothing better than for the Mahoning Valley to thrive once again. But enough is enough, people. As Randy Quaid said in "Major League 2," "Let's tear this place down and make it a parking lot." Which is also what I've been saying about the Indians' season since about May.
And if a business / restaurant does succeed in that building, I'll be the first to admit my fault and immediately write a column begging for that owner's forgiveness. But then there comes another life lesson my momma taught me. Own up to your mistakes and admit when you're wrong. Which I'll do. Whenever that day comes around.