Memory trigger

I (David) am showing signs of aging. On Friday I had hatched the idea to post the blog entry below. I thought about posting it on Saturday, but decided to put it off until I could get away from the dial-up (a good thing considering how much time was spent trying to find an image on-line that large enough to see. So come Sunday night, I had completely forgotten what it was I had intended to post. In addition to having developed chronic pains, now my memory is going. So then last night, something on the TV triggered the memory of my blog topic. Of course, I can't for the life of me remember what triggered it, but at least I now remember what to write about:

On Friday afternoon, I was assigned the task of picking Heather up so that we could take care of some errands. As I was leaving, I drove past the American Indian magnet school down the street, just as the kids were being let out for the day. Standing on the corner was a waiting parent (or guardian) wearing a jacket with a big MDC patch on the back.




Seeing this took me back to the good old days of growing up in this neighborhood; back when I used to have to try to fall asleep while the music that sort of band created was blasting away in the room next door; and when Brother J. and his cohorts would go on missions to rid the neighborhood of anti-semitic (and other hateful) graffiti. I'm not sure how much credit my brother and crew deserve, but the neighborhood now seems to be exceptionally Nazi-free. Seeing that the good-guy side of that battle has survived here on the East Side makes home that much more of an enjoyable place to be.