Thoughts on the Spring Fling
To the editor:
While attending the Spring Fling, I was pleased to see the harmony and good will, expressed by the 3,000-4,000 people involved.
I did experience one difficult time. My son-in-law was pushing me around in my wheelchair, and he stopped to get something to eat, so he applied the brakes. A woman approached me who I did not know, but, she knew me. You must visualize what I was faced with. She was about 35 years old and she was wearing pink sneakers, red ankle socks, orange dungarees, a yellow t-shirt and a kelly green jacket. On her head was a fedora, the front of which, had a skull and two crossbones. I noticed that she had an earring in one ear and an earring through her nose. I never did learn to shut up so I casually asked her why she didn't have an earring in the other ear. She said, "Now I'd look kind of freaky."
I surveyed her entire outfit and I asked her who helped her choose the color scheme she wore -- Liberace?
What bothers me about the Spring Fling is that we are living in an economically depressed area. Of the large gathering there, many may not be living in abject poverty, but they're not in "Fat City" either. They are what I call "Walkers." There is an absence of motor vehicles and everyone seemed to be happy just to be there.
Would it be possible, in addition to the Spring Fling, to have a "Fall Ball" or a "Summer Bummer." Listen carefully. May, June, July and August -- one Saturday each month. I neglected to mention April because the weather is so inclement. I'd also rule out September, because while the weather is still very good, most of the money available would be siphoned off by going to the fair and buying school clothes and supplies. You could draw people from the East and West End, the Southside and it would be something to look forward to, just like we look forward to birthdays and Christmas.
The revenue generated by using these four days could be conducive to getting Main Street back to where and what it used to be. I remember as a child Friday night and Saturday afternoon. From the corner of Market and Main to the corner of Liberty and Main, the smell of popcorn, ground coffee and hamburgers would tickle the roof of one's mouth. It would also accommodate all the people with short bank rolls. There is an upside and a downside to the vending. Yes they are a little pricey, but, they only have six hours to accumulate a week's wages.
Remember outside of meeting people who you haven't seen in years, the economic way of satisfying one's hunger, is to patronize Emmy Lou's or Riverside Pizza. You have to realize how much worth and pleasure there is when one sees a group this size and you realize Rodney King was right when he said "Why can't we all get along?" These are just opinions from an 87 year old guy who has to use a wheelchair sometimes. I was a cook commercially for over 50 years and I leave you with this thought. "Old cooks never die, they just smell that way."
See you next Saturday.