The following anecdote is not rigged by the crooked media — or the straight media.

I was exiting our local supermarket and noticed a young lad, maybe 10 or 11-years old staring at me. I know that look. Maybe you have to be a person of color to recognize that look.


72-garry-at-river-bend-ma-10172016_03To me, given my particular history, it means one of two things. Someone thinks they recognize me and they probably do, because I used to be someone. Or they are wondering what this dark-skinned guy is doing here.

In this case, I knew he couldn’t have seen me on TV because I retired before he was born. So, living as he does in our fair (and very white) town, probably he had never seen a real, live not white person.

Finally, I seized the awkward moment. I smiled, said: “Hi, How are you doing? Isn’t this a beautiful day?”

The lad beamed at me.

I am personally on the road to making America great again. Trust me.

Author: Garry Armstrong

As a reporter for Channel 7 in Boston for 31 years, I was witness to most of the major events affecting the region. I met a lot of people ... politicians, actors, moguls, criminals and many regular folks caught up in extraordinary situations. Sometimes, I write about the people I've met and places I've been. Sometimes, I write about life, my family, my dogs and me. Or what might otherwise be called Life.


    1. Thanks, Leslie.
      For you, a quick anecdote:
      Years ago, probably the late 80’s. I was covering a St. Patrick’s Day Parade in Southie (South Boston — hub of the anti school desegregation forces in the early 70’s). Guy comes up to me with a kid on his shoulders. Guy says to his son : “Say ‘Hi’ to Mr. Armstrong. He’s a fair and great reporter. I used to spit at him when I was your age”. I looked at father and son. I smiled, greeted both, shook Dad’s hand and someone took a photo of us.
      And, that’s the was it was.

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    1. Lone Grey, it’s one snapshot moment. Seriously, I wish more people were polite. doesn’t take much. Orange Head has brought out the very worst in us.


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