Talk:My Favorite Dairy Queen, 1970s, by Marshall Poe

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Thanks for in some part momentarily replacing my mostly negative memories of Wichita with a perfectly charming reflection. Wichita was intolerably hot in the summer and politically oppressive year round. Round the corner from this Dairy Queen is the site where annually every intolerant religious freak in the country conducted(s?) pilgrimages to either blow up Dr. Tiller’s clinic or stand for hours holding up graphic placards along Kellogg. The sweep of school board elections periodically by anti evolutionists; another source of pride and honor for the city of our childhood. Loved the East Borough duck pond and pick up kick ball games in the park on Brookfield. Hated the blatantly homophobic mistreatment by law enforcement of those who were gay bashed in Herman Hill park. If you were black or brown while walking in our neighborhood you could not escape the scrutiny of an overly enthusiastic East Borough cop. Self righteous Verne Miller crusading District Attorney eclipses the pleasant memory of the River Festival. What’s the Matter with Kansas? Where do I begin?