At the carwash

It was a Saturday morning. The truck had sat under a sap-producing tree for too long. While on a trip through town, my wife and I noticed a group of young people washing cars on a lot adjacent to an auto tune business.  "They'll get the sap off the truck," we both agreed.  Sure enough it was a group of college students from East Central University, the dance squad and the cheerleader team. You just might find him on this page.

One of the cheerleaders notice my t-shirt with the logo from the Negro League Hall of Fame in Kansas City, Missouri. Nice shirt he said.  Thanks, but puzzled by his comment. Yes, now to mention it, that is one of my favorite shirts and favorite spots for Negro league baseball. Said he had one with all of the Negro league teams and their logos on it.  Said I could have it if I'd give him my address, that he'd done the same a while back for a friend who'd liked a Michael Jordan shirt he was wearing.  Honored at your generous thought, but, no thanks.  Keep wearing it and showing the love about things that matter.  He could wear it in crowds where I could not go.  People need to know about the Negro leagues and their contribution to baseball and justice.

We also talked about black farmers and social justice. Not a long conversation, just a short one while they were cleaning my truck.

The point? We live in a small world. People notice. People chat things up.

I was moved by this brief conversation.

I am going to google his squad, find out his name, and follow him and his cheer leading squad through his years at East Central University. 

Thanks, young man, for the chat. Made my  day.