I'll remember the hope they had, the ways they didn't do real monkey business, distracted and concerned about racism.
They really are rooted and stuck in the past because of the inclement weather, bound by the love of Disney in their subconscious perhaps, wondering what happened to the world lost in a sea of greed and a desert of hopelessness. They've been humbled because there are no mountains and are no beaches ... no snow for Christmas. All they had was each other and their dreams.
They have instincts, and they nurture possibilities.
Problems arise, and they arise with it.
My parents died there over the course of 4 years, a time of uncertainty for all and a sign of hope in our past. We moved there in 2005.