Fred Joy, a 60-year resident of Jackson, takes us for a walk around the square in 1988.
He stops by Jackson Drug in the late afternoon and grabs a chocolate shake to go. He exits the drugstore, making a left onto the boardwalk and waving at Rose as he passes her storefront, Britches, heading east. He continues past his own gallery, Light Reflections, which he opened in 1978. He steps into Betsy’s Jackson Hole Clothiers. She always had a nice selection of men’s silk shirts. After looking through the shirts, he exits and continues east past Trailside Galleries, then jaywalks to the east side of the square, where he turns south.
He passes the Hideout, waving at Jamie as he passes. At Wyoming Outfitters, he peeks in the door noticing Jim Van Nostrand showing a customer a pair of boots. He crosses Broadway, then turns west as he passes by Jackson Hole Hardware (now Belle Cose). A loud noise comes from the rear of the store. It was Blake Vandewater showing a customer a chain saw. Passing in front of the Rancher Bar, he can hear Jimmy Rochford’s voice way in the back.
He waits for the light at Cache and Broadway and walks north past The Cowboy Bar. He has reached his destination, The Cadillac Grille. He steps into the bar area and selects a high barstool to sit on. It is not too busy; school is just getting out, and the teacher crowd isn’t there yet. He orders a Caesar salad and a glass of pinot. Suzanne and Ken Rominger, owners of the Cadillac, see him sitting there waiting for friends to show up. He shakes Ken’s hand and gets a hug from Suzanne. His salad arrives as the afternoon crowd on a Friday starts to fill the bar area. Jacque Shanor, a longtime schoolteacher, arrives. Ralph Gill, who is Fred’s landlord for the gallery, steps in and waves. Rod Everett enters and sits nearby. Fred’s two Friday night companions, Chuck Wooden and Chuck Herro, show up and he waves his hand to motion for them to have a seat. The bar has filled; there is now only standing room. Looking around the bar, it seems he knows everyone there.
Thirty years later Fred makes a similar trip to Local, the restaurant and bar that replaced the Cadillac a few years ago. The bar area is laid out much the same as it was when the Cadillac prospered. He sits down in the bar on a busy fall afternoon in 2018. There must have been 50 people packed in there. He could not see a familiar face anywhere. He has lived in Jackson over 60 years now and could not identify one person. He stands up without ordering and makes his exit.
The Senior Center of Jackson Hole has been serving seniors for 40 years. Many events are planned to celebrate this milestone. The cost of lunch in 1979 was $1, so for one day only, Friday, June 14, the price for lunch will be rolled back to $1.
A 40th anniversary fundraiser is planned to ensure the continuation of the Senior Center. The goal is 1,000 donations in the amount of $40 each. You can donate on the website, by mail at P.O. Box 4677 or stop by the Senior Center.
Not old yet
I thought that old age began at age 68, but I just read in an AARP magazine that it begins at age 74. It will be another two months before I am considered old, and that is very good news. A more active lifestyle by older Americans contributed to the shift.
While I am on the subject of old age, my 95-1/2-year-old mother just got a renewal notice from AARP. She asked if she should renew for one, three or five years. I didn’t know how to answer. Finally, she said, “I think that I will play it safe and renew for three years.”
Optimism is good.