Good to see you back.

[sistawendy]

A block down the street from me there's an older man who often sits in a rocking chair in front of his building. He sometimes complimented me on my outfits as I walked downhill, usually for grocery shopping.

Sometime last year he was standing on the corner with a camera, talking loudly at passers-by in a way that sure sounded like he was having a bad mental health day. I was more than a little afraid that somebody would call the cops on him: he's Black, you see.

I hadn't seen him for months until this past weekend, and then again tonight. He's back, and apparently back to normal. Seldom have I been more relieved to see someone whose name I don't know.