Nice to see you this morning!⁵¹

This morning around six-thirty I was walking down the 150th Street hill after running seven miles. At the bottom of the hill there was a big bus stopped at a red light. Behind the bus was a car with two very tall and stout black men in it. The driver had a beard and moustache. When I was about to go back up the hill, the driver got out of the car and took two steps towards me. “How nice to see you this morning!” he said.

I didn’t know what to say. So I smiled at him soulfully. Then he went back into his car.