Last visit to Kokomo was memorable. Double Whopper caused double barf attack three, ha. And now this —— ? (Shame! It looks like such s nice town....)
My folks grew up there. I can only imagine how they would feel about this if they were still with us today. I have an uncle who still lives there. I am sure he is not at all happy.
I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just.
Summer of 1980 I commuted everyday from the northside of Indy to Kokomo to work on a Kroger/K Mart strip mall. Our crew rode together in a work van; we played euchre on the cooler on the way up and played euchre and drank beer out of the cooler on the way back. I learned how to drive a stick that summer when the foreman said: “We need someone to be the jobsite gopher, pick up materials and make deliveries. Do you know how to drive a stick?” The only word out of my mouth was “Yes.” I figured I just had to get that Ford pick up off the lot and across the street where I could practice a bit behind the Hardees where he couldn’t see me, and then if I made it to Kokomo Lumber and back, I was set for the summer. And that’s what happened, as I spent several afternoons driving around Kokomo listening to Vince Lloyd and Lou Boudreau broadcast Cub games on WGN.
I don’t remember a lot of openly gay people in Kokomo back then.