There was a Park nearby where I grew up. Some of you may even recall it; it had a real log fort in the center. This was in Anaheim, California. They probably called it, "Pioneer Park", but we knew it as the Park.
I got drunk for the first time in that Park. And threw up. Lot's of people did. In the 60's there wasn't the emphasis on crime there is today, and you could walk around the Park after dark without being arrested. That's right- IN California if you're not in the right place you will be arrested. The Park had it's own pervert, Nick,and everyone knew it. He liked little boys, but would not assault anyone. He used to buy booze for the underage kids.
There were gangs that hung out in the Park, but not like today. You wouldn't get knifed or shot. And families would barbecue, and Little League happened there every year, and kites, and bands rarely, and ...all that stuff. I think a lot of people lost their virginity in that park, but I never did. I did kiss a Lesbian there once, but that hardly counts for anything, and might even be to my detriment on the Cool Scale.
A Park is a place you have a bench where you usually sit, maybe near the checker players in the summer. Parks N Recreation set it up every year. Then someone would sit in your spot, an old fart, someone who was not supposed to be there at that time and at that place, but there he was; farting on your seat.
The toilets got blown up with cherry bombs when I was a kid, and later, when I was a teenager, I blew them up with cherry bombs, wanting to see if the Cherry bomb and porcelain toilet was just a myth. It wasn't, and a whole lot of water came out too.
A park is a place where you go when you can't get out- there's no where to go in the City, you're trapped and you know it. You're sentenced. It's not the Wilderness where one can be free, but it's nice. You outgrow it, it's boring, it's aggravating, it's no good, and sometimes you come back and sometimes you never do.
The Cantina is like Pioneer Park. We don't know it, but someday places like the Cantina will be thought of with nostalgia, as a meeting place where you weren't quite free, but it was the next best thing, and you met friends for life there. The Net will bring us wonders we haven't guessed yet. I think entire borderless, international communities some day. And this place that Bill built and Rusty made comfortable, is one of the first. We'll look back as if it were in our boyhood, a long time ago, hazy with Summer and the yells of kids playing ball, and we'll wonder where all the time went, and why life can't be like that every time and everywhere.
munk
I got drunk for the first time in that Park. And threw up. Lot's of people did. In the 60's there wasn't the emphasis on crime there is today, and you could walk around the Park after dark without being arrested. That's right- IN California if you're not in the right place you will be arrested. The Park had it's own pervert, Nick,and everyone knew it. He liked little boys, but would not assault anyone. He used to buy booze for the underage kids.
There were gangs that hung out in the Park, but not like today. You wouldn't get knifed or shot. And families would barbecue, and Little League happened there every year, and kites, and bands rarely, and ...all that stuff. I think a lot of people lost their virginity in that park, but I never did. I did kiss a Lesbian there once, but that hardly counts for anything, and might even be to my detriment on the Cool Scale.
A Park is a place you have a bench where you usually sit, maybe near the checker players in the summer. Parks N Recreation set it up every year. Then someone would sit in your spot, an old fart, someone who was not supposed to be there at that time and at that place, but there he was; farting on your seat.
The toilets got blown up with cherry bombs when I was a kid, and later, when I was a teenager, I blew them up with cherry bombs, wanting to see if the Cherry bomb and porcelain toilet was just a myth. It wasn't, and a whole lot of water came out too.
A park is a place where you go when you can't get out- there's no where to go in the City, you're trapped and you know it. You're sentenced. It's not the Wilderness where one can be free, but it's nice. You outgrow it, it's boring, it's aggravating, it's no good, and sometimes you come back and sometimes you never do.
The Cantina is like Pioneer Park. We don't know it, but someday places like the Cantina will be thought of with nostalgia, as a meeting place where you weren't quite free, but it was the next best thing, and you met friends for life there. The Net will bring us wonders we haven't guessed yet. I think entire borderless, international communities some day. And this place that Bill built and Rusty made comfortable, is one of the first. We'll look back as if it were in our boyhood, a long time ago, hazy with Summer and the yells of kids playing ball, and we'll wonder where all the time went, and why life can't be like that every time and everywhere.
munk
