1. Walking into my mothers' house and seeing her sitting in her favorite chair,watching her favorite program(s), any/and all of the judges,ie. Judy, Joe Brown, Mathis, Milian etc.
My mothers comments about the many defendents and so on, are hilarious!!
2. Being the only African American on public transportation,ie. bus, train or plane for a long while; and then, a bunch of loud, garralous, laughing, joke cracking, black folk men/women board, who have a minimal concept of quiet, protocol or whispering. Moments like this,are when I feel some sort of 'solidarity' with the 'community' of my African American self.
And then of course it sort of starts wearing off, and I await their departure/ or at least them 'settling down' somewhat (no condescension); but not before exchanging phone numbers, email addresses, and even hugs sometimes
In many ways, the African American is always a traveling 'stranger' at home in the U.S.