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Getting sentimental in my elderly years. It was the mid-eighties when I first saw the Grand Canyon. It was to be a summer thing; save some dough, go home. Didn't work out that way. I ended up in that park for close to twenty years. With all the racial division going on today, I want to talk about about how I, an African American (my birth certificate says colored and that's cool) was able to live in a dorm where I was the only Black guy.
I think of my roommate, he was 18 and he had a new slick pickup, just like in that movie Back to the Future. He said that Patrick Duffy, the actor was his first cousin. We got along great. It was the first time either of us stayed in close proximity to a different race. He could drink beer and chew tobacco at the same time which I thought was impressive.
There was an old guy from England, who would say, "I'm a Limey for Liverpool". He basically thought all Americans were fundamentally retarded but took a liking to me because I knew what A.M. and P.M. stood for.
I forget his name but he taught me how to drive a stickshift. He had a beat up "three in the tree" van. And that is how I learned.
There was Donnie from Kansas. Overweight, he considered himself a ladies man. Always going out on dates. He would openly cry if upset.
I remember Bill from North Carolina, A smallish man who was quiet, there was something dangerous about him. Nobody clowned him and he was no bully, but people respected him.
There were others, of course, but my memory has faded some. What I do remember, is the fun and friendship we had. When would pile into Tim's brand new pick up most every payday and raise holy hell.
All in fun. I miss that. Those guys. Them carefree days. I'm ready to move back to the Canyon for one last summer. Or two.