News and commentary by Fred Owens in LaConner, a small town in the Skagit Valley. The story behind the name: There was once a grocery store in a quonset hut, run by Mr. Grobschmidt. Clyde, an old drunk who lived out on the river, thought that Mr. Grobschmidt looked like a frog, so he took to calling the store the "Frog Hospital." Now the quonset hut, Mr. Grobschmidt, and Clyde are all gone -- only this blog survives to carry on the Frog Hospital tradition.
At the home of Mr. Mataka. Johnny, Prince and Juliano are dancing and scampering in the yard, climbing trees and throwing strones. Mr. Mataka, is sitting on the front porch, under the mango tree, drinking his tea and reading the Bulawayo Chronicle. Aunt Marjie is sitting with her friends outside the kitchen door. Aunt Molly is at the beer hall selling boiled cows feet.
This was 1997, another day in Luveve, a high-density suburb of Bulawayo in Zimbabwe. Johnny told me that he wanted to be a pilot when he grew up. I wonder what happened to him.