Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
My oldest sister left for The Big Time before the rest of us moved to the bustling metropolis of Topeka, Kansas. Oldest moved to Kansas City.
However, once she was settled in her home, she discovered the strangest form of discrimination. Some people's windows had signs in them that said Black Mother. Oldest was quite shocked.
It wasn't as bad as the klan burning a cross in the yard, but, still, she was appalled. Why would a city point out where black mothers live?
Then one day she put on her glasses.
The sign said Block Mother. A block mother was a person who agreed to help any child in trouble who couldn't get to his parents. Oldest felt quite relieved.
When we made our big move to Topeka, we had a Block Mother across the street from us.
She was not black.
I think the Block Mother program was phased out by about 1972 because moms were in the work force. They couldn't stay at home doing nothing except taking care of the neighborhood brats.
I think it's kind of sad that we don't have Block Parents now, who would at least be available to assist children when they could.
But the people who volunteered would probably be pedophiles.
And that's all the news that is news.
I'm Chevy Chase, and you're not.
Infinities of love,