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DeToy's is where all those men in their 50s and 60s congregate in early morning, some playing cards, some loudly talking up Donald Trump. I do believe this is Trump's demographic. Are we as a society reduced to talking about abortion again, like we've been transported back in time 40 or 50 years? We as a society decided it was Neanderthal to try to prohibit abortion.
Maybe abortion is something we simply wish wouldn't happen. If that's the case, let's blame God for giving us the kind of human anatomy we have. Don't you often think sex is more trouble than it's worth? My theory in weighing this is that we are a hybrid species: a combination of Earth primates and space aliens. Thus we have the mysteries and tragedy of our sexual inclinations and the requirements of the reproduction process.
So, the restaurant getting bashed in the letter to the editor was not DeToy's. If you were a restaurant owner, would you want this letter writer as a customer? He has been a high-profile person imploring us on all sorts of things. He had chutzpah in putting forward a cemetery sound system, as a "gesture for our community" so people visiting the cemetery might find "solace." That was his catch-all word for trying to make his gesture seem blessed. We might find "solace," although I have a hard time grasping what that means. Some cheesy bells music is hardly going to provide warm feelings for yours truly. It merely annoys people who are in the vicinity of the cemetery - annoys them greatly.
It was like pulling teeth, but the chimes finally got removed, taken to Arizona, I understand.
Are visitors even welcome at our local cemetery? Actually it's two separate cemeteries, isn't it? There's the non-Catholic part and the hallowed Catholic section, the latter untainted by people who have fallen away from that church, and where you'll see that "baby" tombstone which is a blatant political statement on a controversial issue - clearly not suitable where gentle people come to "find solace." Right, Ted?
There is a sign at one of the entrances to the cemetery that says "no trespassing." Words have definitions. Our legal system is built on precise definitions. Am I "trespassing" if I simply enter cemetery grounds to pay attention to headstones of friends and family and remember them? Do you have to be visiting a family burial site, or is a "friend" good enough? I like observing Skip Sherstad's place of burial. Skip (Steven) and I grew up in the same neighborhood.
If "trespassing" isn't the proper word for that sign, the sign should be removed and milder language inserted. It's still not clear to me how to park when visiting the cemetery. I have been asking for answers on this from more than one cemetery official. They refuse to answer, not even to say "buzz off, asshole." The road through the cemetery is one lane. Maybe it's not even meant for mourners. If it isn't, and if we have to walk in from outside, then you'd have to say the cemetery is not handicapped accessible. That's not cool in the year 2016. I emailed a cemetery person asking for clarification on this matter. No answer. No clicking on "reply" to extend the courtesy of a response.
They appear to brush aside this issue. Yet they had no problem for years facilitating Ted Storck's aim of having that chime music float around east Morris including the UMM campus, where grievances did come forward. Now Ted Storck has issues with a downtown restaurant, allegedly because of a sub-par taco salad. I'm reminded of those Bozos who call 9-1-1 when McDonald's screws up an order. All restaurants have occasional problems with consistency.
We have all had issues with a Morris business at one time or another. I have, but I'm not going to bother you with the details because it's too deep in the weeds.
We can be sure we live in a little town when the local paper finds it fit to print a mundane rant about a restaurant experience. Be sure to stop by the local filling station and discuss this matter with Gomer and Goober. Run it past Floyd the barber. A topic like this should start and end in the barber shop (or, the old days, the shoeshine stand).