I recently stumbled on some old floppy disks (are there any other kind?) that have some of my old columns going back up to 14 years. Some stand the test of time, others not so much. This one was from 1993.
When I was in the Manteca Bulletin office the other day discussing the content of this column, the boy popped up with how I should not write it. That is exactly why I am going to write it – for his generation and those too young to remember circa 1964.