Here's a commentary contributed by an anonymous viewer: The other day someone at a store in our town read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse, and he asked me a rhetorical question. "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?" I replied, I had a drug problem when I was young. I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me. I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds and mow the yard. I was drug out to help those poor souls and the elderly who had no one else to help and would have been drug to the woodshed again if I took a dime in payment for this kindness. Those drugs are still in by veins and they affect my behavior to this day in what I do, say and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack or heroin, and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem…this country would be a better place. God bless the parents who drugged us.