In 1987, on an out-of-the-way road in Eddyville, Kentucky, Bill and Kazuko Hardy stopped at a small restaurant for lunch. It was typical rural Kentucky. Lots of trees, a dilapidated smaller town with a main street embellished with a Woolworth . . as the main attraction.
This was a beautiful day and the sun lit up the main square as they entered the restaurant. It was obviously the main haunt of the locals. Lots of conversation with waitresses scurrying around and coffee cups tipping over . . the normal thing for the near-South.
They waited patiently. Forty five minutes later, when no one had approched them for an order, my dad asked a waitress for a menu. He was informed that they would never be served. They were tolerant of a lot of things, but skin color was not one of them. And, my mother was the wrong color.
I have been purchasing ‘Ridin with Biden’ stickers for the cars (and hats, yard signs, etc.) to support the Lincoln Project to fund a campaign of Republicans against Trump and his supporters in the Senate. I have even been so brazen as to donate (real) money to the campaign that has now garnered more than 50,000 cup-buying fanatics with too-long hairdo’s fashioned out of fear of the Coronavirus-ridden salons and barbershops in California. But, I digress.
So, I put a sticker on the bumper of Nancy’s really-hot Subaru Legacy.
On Friday Nancy was in a parking lot in Mission Viejo, Califoria (read: Orange County) and a woman verbally accosted her . . threatening epithets from a Trump Supporter.
I am thinking it was a Trump supporter who left her home in Caneyville, Kentucky and tried to find a Woolworth store that was open and eventually ended up in Mission Viejo.
I would like to tell her that it isn’t 1987, and, despite her obnoxious ways, we understand that, unlike Caneyville, people have differences of opinions in the more sophisticated regions of this country 😊 .