LONNIE “We’re all in a hurry to go nowhere.”
LONNIE LINDSAY IS A QUIET, TIMID MAN. He stands tall with a cane in hand‐ a full head of salt and pepper hair underneath a baseball cap. Easygoing, friendly, and moderate. Those are the three words he uses to describe himself. Lonnie Lindsay in Florence A volunteer at the Cyber Café in the Senior Center in Downtown San Diego, Lonnie spends his days assisting the elderly with computers. Although he’s retired, Lonnie is committed to working at the Café. He admittedly enjoys volunteering and being around others. After spending three days with Lonnie, I’ve come to realize that he’s not the most opinionated person, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. He’s perfectly content with living in the moment, and as he looks back on his life, he does not have any regrets on the choices he’s made. Lonnie was born in Kansas City, Missouri. He has two siblings, both of which he loves affectionately. When asked about his favorite childhood memory, Lonnie proceeded to tell how he broke his right arm while trying to sneak out of the house. “My mom caught me. I tried to turn and run, but I fell.” Although he did not say why this was his favorite childhood memory, it may be his favorite because it reveals his mischievous side. When Lonnie’s grandfather passed away, he moved to his grandfather’s farm. It is on this farm that he spent three years of his life. On the outskirts of the farm was a well for water and an outhouse. The two bedroom