It was a cold overcast day. I stopped at a red light at the intersection of Nifong and Forum. There stood an old black person and waited for alms. Beside him was a pile of his belongings. I handed him $2 through the window. He shone all over and cheerfully said “I love you, I love you”.
The green light came on, I left. I was flooded by bright shining memories of my long-ago youth, already almost forgotten.
