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Monday, 09/08/2003 Entry: "Sunday at the Buck an Ear Diner"
Sunday at the Buck an Ear Diner
Mom showed a subtle sign of progress. She actually didn't want us to leave the ward. Maybe she's getting tired of hanging with slurring slobbering zombies. She lost her wedding ring and it's finally hit dad that maybe he can't expect her to get well enough. It's either going to be 24-hour ppl or a home. I truly wish I could feel intense about it, but as I see it I never had a real mother. I feel more supportive for him over the ordeal.After the visit we decided to deviate from our known faves and went to a diner in Astoria. Shortly after we arrived there came the gradual filing in to tables of families or groups of ladies, all in their Sunday finest. The old black women wore white dresses and large, wide brim white hats (hey I thought Easter came once a year. okay maybe this is normal for their culture). At one point, Dad not-very-subtly leaned to me and said in what he thought was a low voice: "there are no white people here." I dunno. There was one of those large families in the middle of the place when we arrived, taking up several grouped tables and sporting two irritatingly hyperactive kids. They were white. And thank goodness they were gone. HEH! And somewhere to the side in a booth were two white women chatting. okay maybe it wasn't English but that's ok. I looked around 180 degrees and thought well other than the fact that some church let out and people were hanging, there was a great diversity. If it mattered, I suppose we were the white ones in the scenario. It took me over two years to realize in HS of Art & Design that my favorite lunch buddies were black. So? Hey decent people come in any color. I'll take these nice folk over that loud family with the sugar-charged kids any day.
  
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