I was working at a university as a lab tech, to help fund my studies when these weird people started getting friendly as they would sit with me in the cafeteria, and one of them I knew from playing squash, which I was coaching. Then they started trying to convert me to young earth creationism and insisted that I include some of their literature in my school presentations that I was preparing for the lecturers. I refused as I had to follow the curriculum and the lecturer's specifications to the letter.
This was in the late 70s and early 80s, where they tried to get the science department to include their material in lectures, but nobody would listen to them.
I did like the lecturers and ignored them, though suddenly they would be turning up to my squash matches and coaching, arguing with and heckling me from the gallery.
They thought I was the weak link in the university.
Though I did some research on them and then attacked them head on.
To which they ceased to annoy me, but that didn't stop me from going after them and attacking their street preachers, to the amusement of onlookers.
A few times I would be attacking them and they would be foaming at the mouth and spitting as they yelled at me, and every time I put them and their beliefs down, it was met with a cheer and clapping from onlookers.
One day they were setting up their little podium, saw me coming and quickly packed up and left.
That was an indication to me of my success.
That was actually the last I've seen of them in the late 80s.
They haven't been back since.
Good for you.
OK, I'll start something new. I once lived in Bastrop, Texas. Get this. Population 2010(Wikipedia): 7218. Listed with a Bastrop address, total churches, 54. (Total businesses serving alcohol, 4, after buying a membership in a "club".)
Yikes! How many of the churches were Catholic?? (Those priests usually like their booze.)
I don't know... but since an Argentinean became Pope, I (also Argent. ) am told I should become a person of faith. Why people are so de-brained?
Hi, Gia. Welcome to A/N.
My folks and their five kids left Ohio in 1947 for St. Pete. I finished high school there, did a hitch in the Navy, returned and went to SPC which was SP Junior College then. I graduated UF in G'ville. I've been in the SF Bay Area since 1976. Unlike your hurricanes, our earthquakes like the one afew mornings ago, come without warnings. I liked hurricane parties.
Enjoy A/N and other stuff too.
I was born and raised in Brockton,Ma, after college I moved to Maryland and lived there 6 years, then moved to Northern Va where I have remained to this day....I also spend 2 months every winter in Tampa, Fl, as a snowbird, since I am now retired...
Ybor City used to be the place to go for Hispanic food. Is it still?
I called St. Pete a hometown 1947-1963.
I didn't know St. Pete had restaurants from Spain. Latino restaurants yes, a lot....like NYC...but few Hispanics ones.
Whoops, Sylvia, I didn't make clear that Ybor City was in south or southeast Tampa. As I recall cigar making was a major industry. Also, before Fidel Castro overthrew the Batista regime in Cuba in 1958, Ybor City's "Tampa Mafia" under Santo Trafficante ran the hotels and casinos in Havana.
My mom had relatives in north Tampa we visited and a cousin two years older than I went to a college in Tampa before he went to San Francisco. We all came to Florida from Cincinnati and I sometimes drove through Tampa on my way to or from the university in Gainesville.
One year during the high tides that came with hurricanes, Bayshore Boulevard was a few inches under water and the Tampa Tribune had photos of a Volkswagen towing a water skier. Both were on the boulevard.
After college I worked in Daytona Beach for several years and while there married a woman I'd met during one year at Florida State in Tallahassee. A month later, the company I worked for perhaps decided that a married man would be more reliable than a single man and offered me a position in Houston. We left Florida.
Despite an occasional earthquake, like the one two weeks ago that emptied most of my bookshelves onto the floor, I like California better.
More than hurricanes, earthquakes persuade me that we happen to live on a planet that no one made for us. I have not yet tried a tornado.
Very interesting everything you said. As a Prof. of Spanish I know quite well the history of the region because language, literature and history go together.
What I was referring to is the use of the adjective "Hispanic" to describe restaurants / people of Latin American origin...since "Hispanic" is a nationality and derives from the original name of Spain (Hispania / Roman Empire).
I was born in Argentina so Spanish is my first language...but, please, never address me as Hispanic because not only I wasn't born in Spain but my origin is French.