A full 50 years have passed since Motown’s heyday, yet the “Sound of Young America” still excites and thrills listeners of all ages. Baby Boomers who grew up with the music of Smokey Robinson and the Miracles, the Marvelettes, Temptations, Supremes, Four Tops, Martha and the Vandellas, Marvin Gaye, Stevie Wonder and many others, continue to put those songs at the top of their playlist.
One of the fine amenities of the West End is Washington Park. Located at 740 Central Ave. the park is defined by “upper” and “lower” areas. The areas were designated historically.
Upper Washington Park has existed since 1909 as one of the original parks designated at the creation of the city’s park department. In the 1950s, landfill created by developer Utah Construction, Inc. made possible the expansion of the park, and so Lower Washington Park was born.
The Seven Naughty Sins paid
a visit to St. Nick,
They wanted to entice him, see which naughty sin he’d pick.
Greed pushed and shoved the others, was first to Santa’s lap.
Envy yanked her out, gave old Greed a little slap.
Pride was taking Selfies and didn’t give a snap,
Sloth was in a corner, curled up for a nap.
Gluttony slurped ice cream,
guzzling beer on tap,
Wrath knew he could blow them up with just a single zap.
Lust caught Santa’s eye, winked and gushed, “My Gingersnap.”
A curved man steps on the porch,
His saggy pants cause him to lurch,
Of danger he is unaware,
So while descending he declares:
My step is slow,
My hands do shake,
But every fall,
I work the rake.
He grips his walker,
And then addresses,
So much has passed,
There’s naught I make,
Yet I today,
Still work the rake.
A bike flies past,
Then many cars,
The steady scrape,
Heard near and far,