I am having some Cracker Jacks. Haven’t had it for a very long time. Even has a prize inside. Woo Hoo!!!
Missing the way Chinese carry out use to be served. Now they have it in a plastic tray with a plastic top on it. The rice is still separate in a box with fold over top and wires to hand onto. That’s the way all of the food used to be r for carry out. I want to eat it like that, straight from the box and not the tray. Something is missing with the tray. Where do I log my protest? Does the ACLU take on cases like this? I bet if I told them I was “offended with the tray replacing the box” they would Oh well. Wonder if they would sue themselves if a bunch of us told them their existence offended us. It is worth a shot, I think.
In 1959 to 1961 I was a student at Proviso High School located in Maywood Illinois just outside of Chicago.
When I went there the school had just started to split into two campuses. There was a Proviso East (where I went) and a Proviso West. Many of the students that were “Proviso West” were bused to Proviso East in the morning and then transferred back later in the day as the West did not have all the resources that the East had.
In the 1960s the school had a student population of around 7,000 students…..yep… I wrote 7,000 student. There were at least 5 street gangs that went to East, and I belonged to one of them. Yep. True. So I left the school by joining the USMC in 1961 just as I entered my Junior Year. I could see no future there and opted for the Marines instead of the possibility of being hurt in a street fight or going to jail for something stupid.
In 1963 a riot broke out in the school cafeteria and over 100 highway patrolmen were called into to secure the school, bring peace, and act as hall monitors. The violence did not stop. I had a friend that was knifed in an alley across from the school.
Parents were called in and had to act as hall monitors. What a mess.
In 1965 I came home from being in Vietnam and discovered the insanity was still going on at the school. Anyway, so much for big schools.
She Writes of Life is a strong, personal writer. She writes about herself and the world she has come to view, participate in, deal with, surrounding her. She is blunt, direct, and not boring at all. She does go deep, so be prepared, and perhaps too much so. But, I understand the depth and the need for diving as she does to the far reaches of her world in order to touch the furthest parts of her soul. She is a young woman trying to understand herself and the world about her.
I tend to think a lot of the time as well which, for me, makes reading her writing a special treat because I see that I am not alone in this. However, I knew that already. There are other writers linked here that do the same. Still it is a lonely place to be and I often wonder if I should be writing at all about what troubles me.
In any event, you need to read her writing to see if she can touch your heart the way she touched mine.