Of course, now that's outdated. STILL TRUE, THOUGH. As I realized today in the neighborhood cycle store, talking about strapping a bike to the back of my Prius, my trips to wine country, and idly wondering about where to source my next fix of organic goat cheese.
This is brought to you by the last week's events, namely Sandra Bland's death in police custody. My idle musings on a random morning are probably not the musings of the Black men and now women around me; I spent the last two days just listening to my friend H., who was shaken...not in a sudden realization that could have been her (it could) but in a straw-that-broke-the-camel's back way. She said that she forces herself to believe we are just seeing the brutality that has always been there in the United States; that it is not more: just more visible.
Now I'm waiting for a new friend that I met while hiking in Castle Rock Park in the Santa Cruz mountains over Fourth of July weekend.
( Hiking in Castle Rock -- aptly named! )
I don't know if I mentioned it here, but her sister just stared at me, at her, our rapid-fire conversation tossing around topics, and said, "Oh my God, it's like you are the same person!"
(She's running a little late due to traffic. Saturdays from San Jose to Oakland are rough.)
Tonight, I'm doing the bucket-list thing of speed-dating: My work wife hounded Groupon-like sites for a while, and eventually found us a deal. We'll be meeting in San Francisco in the evening, do that thing, and eat at a Senegalese place in the Mission that comes recommended.