Twice this week I have seen
young men
and women joyfully greeting
older folks on the bus.
Moments of recognition. Truly
respectful, happy and
inter-generational moments.
All of the young people
and their elders were Latino.
I often sense community, as
I walk or ride
in the Mission
district. The lilt of Spanish, the warmth
of a smile. The loving
interaction of parents and small
children. A real lesson in
what our culture gains
by immigration.
The photo
is of a California poppy--a native flower.
Just seemed to fit for
this post.
I like that "sense of community." My son spent time in the Mission when he worked and lived in San Fran, but ended up renting places in center-city so he could sometimes bike to work. When visiting, we often walked the Mission District because we liked the vibe there and the restaurants. I have seen great swaths of those poppies in the spring, especially along the American River in Sacramento - such a cheerful little wildflower.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Barb. I really do love the sense of community...and, as a non-Latino, I don't usually feel excluded.
DeleteLove the ironic choice of flower. Wonderful. A vibrant, loving culture. One of the most so I've encountered anywhere (along with the Thais).
ReplyDeleteThanks, Scott. The poppy was both ironic and symbolic. Just had to do it. ;-)
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