In a February 28th posting, I shared some of my experiences standing on Fresno's street corners both during and between three election cycles over a nine year period. Even though the weather (cold and foggy in the winter and a blast furnace in the summer) was not particularly pleasant, I found Fresno folks to be particularly friendly and interested in their community. Once in awhile the opposite was true. Allow me to share with you a few stories.
- One lady, let's call her Beth, often stopped at my morning "Coffee Stop." She was usually on her way to pick up refreshments for her senior friends at the Pinedale Community Center where Fresno's Parks and Recreation Department schedules programs and meals for seniors. Beth, while always polite, was on a mission: to improve the physical facilities at the Community Center. She carefully monitored the other senior citizen centers in Fresno and immediately let me know whenever upgrades were made to those facilities. She could recite the last date of Pinedale Center improvements, and it was quite obvious to both of us that Pinedale had been overlooked for quite some time. I told her that I would look into it. Beth, smiling and polite as ever was at the ribbon cutting in 2008 when the Pinedale Community Center rehabilitation project was completed.
- A well-known sports figure in the community took pity on me one cold morning by leaning out his window and handing me a full McDonald's breakfast and coffee. He told me that he had tasted my coffee previously, and I needed to serve the McDonald's brand of coffee instead of my own.
- On the busy, noisy corner of Blackstone and Herndon, I was startled by a female voice. Turning around (it was raining like crazy) was a camera crew from a local radio station wishing to find out what I was doing. They interviewed me in the pouring rain while commenting after the cameras were turned off that I must be nuts. I told them that a Fresno rain was preferable any day to campaigning in Wisconsin winters (snow and sleet!)many years previously when I was a candidate for (and won) county supervisor.
- Another of my favorite citizens was "John" (not his real name) that had had his brushes with the law and was now "clean." John's youthful years in Fresno were a litany of both funny and sad stories. I learned more stories about this city and its people. John knew everything about everybody! He also was deeply involved in the complicated process of applying for a patent for a very clever invention. I told John that I was entitled to a 5% commission for listening to him at almost every one of Fresno's corners. That reminds me, I need to see if he got that patent and is making a bunch of money...something about my commission.
- People who stopped to talk at my Coffee Stops were particularly interested in their immediate neighborhood. They often wanted to know about proposed development projects that may impact the value of their home or the traffic in their neighborhood. Usually, but not always, I could answer their questions and they left relieved that the neighborhood rumors were false.
There were, however, some citizens that could be difficult. This was particularly the case with very opinionated, mad, or just bored individuals in need of someone to talk to. Remember, I am standing on a corner with a table, coffee, and signs that made it difficult to just politely thank them and walk away. Some examples:
- While I always appreciated their passionate interest in issues involving Fresno County, the State of California, Congress or the President, people did not want me to tell them that I had no authority to do anything about those issues. Some people were so angry that they would yell at me, as if I could do something about the issue. Fairly typical examples were state taxes, local superior court actions directed against them, abortion, the Iraq War, 9/11 terrorists, firearm regulations and their children's school issues. The more I tried to explain that I could not solve their problem, the madder they got. There were times I seriously worried for my safety and my sanity.
- And speaking of safety, probably the strangest incident was on the corner of Bullard and Chestnut as dusk was beginning to settle in, and I was about to wrap-up and head home. A strangely attired man came riding up on his bicycle, got off and immediately started swearing at me. When I chose to ignore him by turning away and facing the traffic in a different direction, he immediately moved in front of me and told me in a non-stop fusillade of expletives that he dared me to fight him so that he could knock me off my a__." Every time I turned a different direction he moved around and confronted me with his expletives. Eventually, he suddenly stopped yelling, got on his bicycle and headed off into the darkening night. I promptly packed up and left.
Coming attractions...
1). The need for national standards for public schools
2). End of the Coffee Stops: The Bill McEwen story.
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