On Friday, June 27, 2025, I Spent Some Time With Some Of My Favorite Immigrants

On Friday, June 27, 2025, we traveled to Lexington to finally get new batteries in my wife's power wheelchair. They had been dead for about two weeks and it was a bad time. We needed a break and, for a while we got one. After spending time with the technician and his wife at the wheelchair company, getting the batteries installed, and then moving on to our favorite Vietnamese restaurant where despite living about two hour away we are regulars. We love the food, we really like the manager and his entire staff. We got done eating and then traveled to a little Asian food store for one item of a chile paste which we cook with sometimes. I will no longer name any immigrant, immigrant owned business, or other identifying characteristics of a business due to the danger which is being presented on a daily basis to ALL IMMIGRANTS by TRAITOR Trump and the Criminal Syndicate which poses as a "cabinet". We spent little time in the business and, it is my impression, that the family which owns it are American citizens. I chose the one item I was searching for, looked around the store and figured I didn't need anything else. When I walked to the counter to pay, the wife of the family was working in the store area away from the counter. Immediately, her young son who is about 7 or 8, in my estimation, moved from another spot behind the counter to the register and rang up my purchase, took my debit card and, with some help from his mother, completed the transaction, thanked me in perfect English. I was instantly taken back to my own childhood growing up in a country store in first Floyd County Kentucky and then another in Knott County Kentucky. I had also been trained to work in the store from a young age as soon as I could count change. I was flooded with memories and instantly told the little boy that I had also grown up in a store with my parents, how much I had enjoyed working in the store, and I tried to let him know, in no uncertain terms, that it is a good thing to be a young boy working with your parents in a family owned store. Yes, it is summer and school is out of session. I have no knowledge that the boy is ever in that store on a school day, or that he is ever working in any dangerous capacity, or that he is ever doing anything that makes his providing help to his parents is illegal. It is a parental choice they have and should always have to bring their children to the store with them, teach those children to work as young as they are capable of doing whatever job the parents choose to have them do. It is valuable training to help a child become a contributing citizen in the world and a worker who is committed to being a part of the working class. It is a damn fine thing to be a young boy working in a family store and I am an expert on that subject. When I was three days old, my parents carried me home from the Lackey, Kentucky, hospital and placed me on the counter in our store and, as I lie about sometimes, told me to "greet customers until you are big enough to do something else. I am proud of that boy and I am proud of his parents.

The photograph above is of my father Ballard Hicks sitting in our family owned country store at Dema, Kentucky.