Fresno Revived

Last night was the third evening in a row for the group meeting in the hotel conference room. One could see the inside of the room walking past it from both outside and inside the hotel. It was all in Spanish, and all the attendees looked to be earnest Hispanics in business atire, both men and women. Something about "Vision" in the title on the easel as I walked by. They clapped. They changed. They had nametags.

Finally last night I asked at the front desk, in a curious tone. "Amway," the guy behind the desk told me.

This morning at the bright hour of 10:45, out by the pool a string of young white women blonde and brunette, in dark attire looking like flight attendants on a stayover, come down the sidewalk in the courtyard lugging carry-ons on wheels. But they aren't flight attendants. They too have nametags on them. They are heading towards a different room in the hotel complex.A few minutes later a group of weightier Hispanic women come in, either black hair or died copper, wearing black and pink, all of them.

In the Starbucks this morning, across the  parking, a white main in a dress shirt and tie is talking about hotel locations with two white women. He mentions something about Fresno State and Shaw Avenue, in a way that is a joke, and the women laugh with him.

Outside is now calm---only he sound of an air conditioning unit out by the pool, and a leaf blower in the far distance. And few birds of different species.