Out of the Mouths of Babes
Out of the Mouths of Babes Time – mid 1965 Place – Albuquerque, NM. Our favorite older son, John runs to the door and opens it to greet our friend, Jack McNett. He’s a fellow attorney with my husband at what was then known as the Atomic Energy Commission and he’s also in the army reserves. Jack is in his full regalia and is picking up my husband for a reserve meeting. The uniform must have triggered something. Seeing him, John says, “you know what, Mr. McNett, cops is fuzz!” To this day, we haven’t the faintest idea where that came from. Anyway cops may be fuzz everywhere else, but not here in Santa Clara! I’ve lived in Santa Clara for the past 39 years out of the 60 years I’ve been in the bay area and have complained about Santa Clara that long. Why are abandoned vehicles allowed? Why is new construction so ugly? You would never see this in the neighboring town of Sunnyvale, the All American City! Why are food stores closing? There are no restaurants left...