Visited the doctor this morning for my yearly exam and everything was within acceptable limits and relatively unchanged since last year. I’ll spare you the details. Driving to the appointment today brought back thoughts of the many doctor office visits during my childhood/teen years. I can still recall the tile floors, furniture and wood trim even after 30+ years. There was another office feature, very common at the time, many people alive today have never experienced in person. A separate entrance and waiting room off to one side of the main area for blacks. Living in the “south” during the ’50s and ’60s exposed one to this scenario quite often. Young children on both sides of the partition, including myself, would peer around the edge to see who was on the other side without comprehending the social customs observed at the time. There was only one movie theater in town and blacks were made to buy tickets and enter via a side door which allowed them access only to the balcony seats.
OK, back to the present. July 4th weekend and I(we) have no plans. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. I am such a friggin’ homebody.