October 15, 2012
I’m doing pretty well for old man. Twenty years ago I retired from gardening at seventy-five. I was in twenties when Pearl Harbor hit and things got bad in California for people like me.
I was born here, you know. That didn’t matter. They sent wife, three kids, and me to internment camp up north and made us stay. We lost home and store, and both parents and one of hers died up there cold and ugly.
I’ve never been back. I like Central Valley. Old whites forget and young don’t know, and I usually don’t tell. Only reason I’m talking now, you asked.