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People Like You

I’ve always dreaded that term. It means me. whether I offend people by being tolerant of others and work for their rights, or am just old and arthritic, or just a woman, I do not know.

It is not in my bailiwick or arsenal. Heck, I used to be fined 10% of my fifty cent weekly allowance for calling my little sister dumb. We never came to fisticuffs. We did enough work around the “hobby farm” to make us tired and go to bed early. Unless we asked to go skinny-dipping in the pool in the dark in the few weeks they called “summer.” Parents would watch and allow us to dive and swim for 15 minutes then we’d shower and go to bed. We had our means of coercion, and they had a vested interest in us sleeping through the night. It was a good trade.

When folks say “people like you” it is always a negative. I do not like to think of people in that realm. People like you always————————————–. I call these GG’s, for gross generalizations. I’m northern, my husband is southern. Generations ago his folks may have fought the good folks. Mine were in Europe, with his, some in close towns with the soon-to-be Allies years after our civil war. Now his Dad keeps telling me I was the cause of the War of Northern Aggression. He’s kidding, of course, and we’ve turned to family stories rather than political discourse at dinner, perhaps as I help prepare and serve it.

We lived way out in the country and someone had built a “bus hut” of plywood, painted yellow, so the school bus could find us and the two boys next door out there early in the morning. We had to get up early because there was a long road and we were 1/4 mile from the hut by the road. There were more kids to take to school. When we arrived, in a half-bus with all the full buses unloading kids, older kids would tell us we were on the “retard bus.” We just had farms or lands or creeks and views better than their parents. In first grade I was reading at a sixth grade level and visiting the library every week.

It became the “tard bus” at school. It was small but local miscreants taunted me on it by ripping my winter hat in half, middle of winter. I was sent to the Principal, crying, thinking I was in trouble but only identifying photos. People like me, indeed. Two families owned a dairy down the road. Between them they had 12 kids. They approached the miscreants who stole the mail from their mother and never had a phone, and the offenders never spoke to me or touched me or stole my belongings ever again. No violence or injuries, just 12 vs. 3 and no-one has ever talked to me about it for 50 years.

People like me, another permutation. They actually do like me, husband and dog. That’s the kind of like I can deal with. I approach every person with the knowledge that this is someone I want to get to know. Let them prove otherwise. Must take Zoe out and breakfast. Then her beauty sleep. She’s a herder. It’s routine. Here’s to you from a dog mom, Dee



Local Prohibition

I’m not allowed to write in on this one to the local paper. I might give you a name, Jackie Robinson, now in the Hall of Fame and wasn’t allowed to play because he was Black. Now as current resident of the most racially divided town in the nation I may never see a gay player on the field, at least an openly gay one, David Denson, in my lifetime at Miller Field. I care how athletes play, not how they look or whether they’re married or not.

No-one knew about Rock Hudson until he got AIDS and died. He was a hero in the movies and Doris Day supported him along the fight against the disease. I want Milwaukee and the minors to respect his game and not his sexuality. Basically, it’s none of your or our business. I’m sure there are more salacious stories about his fellow hetersexual team members.

We come to see baseball, hopefully historic games. Unless you’re proved to be a serial killer I don’t really care what you do when you’re off the field.

Are you really going back to “gays in the military,” repealed decades ago? For baseball? It is a sport, not work except for a privileged few. I’m certain you’ll have to go back to steroids and HGH until you find something else that seems ripe for a scandalous report. Thank you. Dee

PS This is for the cast and crew of Field of Dreams. Our two neighbors, my sister and I played softball with “ghost men” every day in our brief summers. This is for Moonlight Graham. D