A group of us were in Houston for a conference and I was driving. We pulled into a parking lot, attended by an elderly African-American man. As he handed me the ticket, he asked about what time we would be back to get the car.
I answered, “Oh, about quittin’ time.”
He looked up quickly, responding to an expression reminiscent of a southern, rural past, the same as mine. Our eyes met. Wordlessly, we connected.
Love and blessings,
Peggy Grose
Saturday, June 7, 2008
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