I ordered a turkey online and paid a considerable extra fee to make certain it would arrive before Thanksgiving.
Guarantees and confirmations flowed via email from the company over the last week assuring me that a UPS man would be delivering the package prior to the holiday. You can probably guess what happened next. The phone rang yesterday morning with some out of state number and the lady on the other end said that although the turkey had been shipped on time, they had just been alerted by UPS that it wasn’t going to make it to my door until Friday.
After the initial panic subsided, and after kicking myself multiple times for ordering online, I suddenly remembered that I do live in Central Indiana and if I drive just outside the city limits I can throw a rock and hit a half-dozen farms. It took all of an hour to locate a fresh turkey and for considerably less money than I had paid online.
I’ll not make that stupid mistake again…
That all got me thinking about how much “stuff” we order online and while most of it isn’t as time-sensitive as the main course for Thanksgiving dinner, now I’m on a mission, no, let’s call it a crusade, to buy local. I’m sure the UPS delay of my turkey was related to Covid and the “supply chain” and all the other usual suspects blamed for such things these days, but I think the root cause is that we have built an unsustainable system of commerce.
Fortunately, we have everything needed for the big feast tomorrow and I’m incredibly thankful for living in flyover country where we have abundant sources of good water and endless storehouses of food thanks to thousands of hard working farmers, many of them my neighbors, who work tirelessly to feed a nation.