The Right to Eat Lunch Wherever You Want
In 1960, four black students from North Carolina Agricultural and Technical State University staged a sit-in at the Woolworth’s lunch counter in Greensboro.
Men like this made it possible, through their peaceful demonstrations, for my father to eat a meal in a public place. Wherever he wanted. I thought about that as I called my dad recently to make sure he was someplace safe and warm since a blizzard was hitting Chicago (and everywhere else).
His caller ID let him know I was calling. He didn’t even say hello when he picked up.
Dad: Yes, I do love you.
Me: I love you, too, dad. That’s all I wanted. Bye.
Me: Ha! I got ya. No, seriously. I’m calling to make sure you are okay in this weather and that you are safe and warm and…
Dad: Hang on a second, love. (He moves the phone around and I can still hear him talking to someone else.) Yeah, I’ll have a polish sausage sandwich with grilled onions and green peppers, fries and a Coke.
Me: Sweet Jesus, daddy. Are you really eating that at your age? You’ll be 75 this year.
Dad: Yes, I can eat anything I damn well please, young lady.
Yes, sir, daddy. You sure can.
Kelly blogs at Mocha Momma.