People watching

It is probably known by most who read the Shipslog, that Sherry and I go to McDonalds most every Sunday Morning before church and share one biscuit with jelly and coffee.  At times folk look at us feeling sorry for us.  ;-)  (I continue to attend church with Sherry but still cannot hear most that is going on. But to be truthful, I do hear more.)

But I digress. Last Sunday morning we went to the McD’s just north of the Florida Turnpike’s end. Upon leaving the motor home I figured it would be much quieter at McD,  since this is not a holiday weekend.

Pulling in I knew I was mistaken. The parking lot was full. Inside as Sherry stood in line, if got our napkins and took a seat. I counted about 80 people. About normal for a holiday weekend. I started watching people. I watched a nice black lady, motion Sherry on ahead of her (She was smiling and had already ordered).  I noticed Sherry and a couple folk of color talking, smiling as they waited.

Throughout the restaurant, folks were smiling, laughing and talking. There must have been 40 Boy Scouts constant, as they came ordered and left with food. Lots of folk, finishing their vacation at Disney or Universal, want to head on north, eating in the vans and cars.

The restaurant was a mixture of black, white, brown and oriental. ALL GETTING ALONG, SHARING THE WAIT FOR FOOD and sitting side by side.  I observed, ‘This is a happy bunch of humans’. No one seems to care what color. Shucks, even Ronald McDonald is multicolored. I observed blacks holding doors for whites. I saw whites holding doors for blacks. I saw interracial unions and roughly dressed local redneck cowboys (Florida has lots of cowboys). All laughing and getting along.

I asked myself. We are all human, ‘why can’t we just get along?’ As was famously said by Mr. Rodney King many years ago.  Well, WHY CAN’T WE?

The answer is, YES we can. But it takes trust.  It also takes a country that is serious about being For the people. My loving mother until her death referred to her friends of color as ‘colored’, because as a little girl she was told that was a respectful term. Her parents ran a country store that served both black and white. She was taught to respect the ‘colored folk’. She never forgot it. She was, (using friend Myra’s term), “Wired in with respect (manners) for colored-folk”.

Mama 'n Me.

In my opinion this the greatest country on earth. We do have a serious problem in our country presently. This is not original but,  Instead of making it worse. Let’s try to make it better, one man, woman, boy and girl at a time. But let’s make it better. (as Tiny Tim in Dickins', The Christmas Carol said: God bless us all.)

Nite Shipslog
PS:
Myra put this in comments yesterday, I thought it worth repeating:
Myra said....Something I saw out on Facebook this week: How sad, (that) our military sons and daughters are fighting and dying overseas to protect us ... while we're killing each other here at home. 

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