The problem with cancel culture is that it looks at right and wrong through today's mirror of fake tolerance, and dubious moral indignation, instead of through the looking glass of greatness and, dignity.
This week begins the changing landscape at 16th St and 4th Ave here in Yuma Arizona. The building formerly a doctor's office and another building formerly an auto parts store and a deli are now gone, razed and hauled to the recycling mill of our memory. The round building that once housed a bank and gold pawn shop are next along with the an old grocery store and movie theater next on the block sometime later in the year. With the Mortuary being the last vestige of Yuma the way it was. The retail shopping mall Southgate, has already suffered the same fate as the others. All of these buildings hold memories for those of us old enough to remember and those of us young enough to wonder. Christmas time was the best time of year at the mall. The Christmas tree salesman in the parking lot by Sears. The decorated light posts. The Christmas music while you shopped in the mall. The package wrapping tables for the gift wrapping challe...
Travis was someone I met in Northern California while at Lassen Community College. He was a 19 year old young man, with a wild but centered spirit. While at Lassen we had some good times. Some of the best I ever had at Lassen. He met his wife Linda there. They will be married 35 years in August. Travis and Linda are the finest people I have ever met. Much better character than my own. Travis and I had road trip adventures together. Including a dead of winter trip to Crater Lake Oregon in the dead of winter. I climbed up what I thought was a hill, but turned out to be a building in a huge snow drift. I drove Travis and Linda from Lassen to San Diego, for a two day road trip. We all had a good time, I saw my uncle and cousin. We would drink and have a good time. Good times, classify these as good times. The world is a better place for his having come, and will be a lesser place for him having gone. Rest easy my friend. You have it coming. One less to toast, one more to mourn....
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