
Memories of good food, good music, and lots of laughter, even if you were stuck out front in the rain.
Here's a picture of the original Fatburger:
I was raised by people with values from another time and place.
Strong black people, informed by life and death struggle, in post-World War II Los Angeles. People that produced true greatness - whether anyone noticed or not - not today's ceaseless illusions of it, promoted at fever-pitch, and worth as much as a broken mirror.

Very few South Central women had the kind of weaknesses that produced feminism's harpies, and they laughed at Gloria Steinem & Co. when they emerged, thinking their "issues" were as lame as the women that produced them. In South Central, both sexes were strong - "macho" even - because, together, they had to face down the pressures of alternately - and constantly - being killed, exploited, marginalized, or ignored, by everyone in the larger (white) community but the police; who, even worse, represented all those things at once. (Check out Denzel Washington's Devil In A Blue Dress, above, for proof:)
Gloria Steinem couldn't have survived there,....
A true "homegrown" success story.
At the Fatburger of old (before it was franchised) you could "have it your way" long before Burger King imagined such a thing; stacking your sandwich ten layers high, with everything under the sun, just like ol' Dagwood in the comic strip Blondie. Many of us practically lived there for that.

Fatburger!?!
South Central's Fatburger - that little fucking shack - had "made it", BIGTIME, and I had to have one, whether it was like "the old days" or not.
And, of course, it wasn't.

Still, I savored that thing like I was eating Duck l'Orange, and it was a hell of lot more satisfying than that French crap will ever be.

Lovie Yancy lived to be 96, and, as the owner and founder of Fatburger, no one can claim her long life was the product of eating properly, or taking especially good care of her health. Like my first foster mother (who survived 101 years on KFC, Taco Bell, and the occasional beer) Miss Yancy lived a long life by having good genetics and a clear understanding of what life was about:
Truly caring about others.
She was trying to give other people not just what she thought they wanted but what they clearly asked for and needed. And - in the case of the original Fatburger - that was, always, good food, good music, and lots of laughter,...even if you found yourself stuck out front in the rain.
Goodbye, Miss Yancy, and thank you so very, very, much.

This is a great post. I especially like your emphasis on doing things because they are right & not being one of these promotion hustlers. Doing things that are right without anyone even giving a fuck about what you are doing is doing the right thing. Also, the toughness & values of people who are just working hard to make things right for their families.
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