Last night, Son #1's band came over for a meeting. They were standing in the court, waiting for everyone to arrive, when our elderly next-door-neighbor started to stare.
Yeah, at the dozen young black men standing in the street with my son.
She pulled Son #1 aside and asked him if he felt SAFE. Which of course he did. "Yeah, sure, this is my GOSPEL band, they're good guys," he said, or something like that.
She told them not to spend too much time running around outside, and not to play late. And then she walked away.
Which is when the drummer turned to her and shouted, "YEAH, I bet you used to OWN one of us!"