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.
To 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.
Categories: #Photography, Anecdote, Garry Armstrong, Humor, New England
One step at a time; one day at a time; one person at a time.Garry, I love you!
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Thank you!
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Thank you. It’s mutual!!
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Keep up the good work! 🙂
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We try. We are past marching, but we do what we can in small ways. At some point, those much discussed millennials will have to step up to the plate. Stop whining. Start contributing.
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I hope the rest of America pays attention to your example. This could well be life defining moment for that young boy.
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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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You’re a person of color? Damn. I didn’t know. What color? 🙂
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NOT orange.
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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Hey, Emilio. Green is one of my favorite colors. Very small amounts in my wallet.
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None in mine. But I do have a debit card! 🙂
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I guess, after this election, I’m not going to be able to convince you to run for office? Just checking.
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Mary Lynn, Give me a bodge and a gun. We’ll clean up this town and make America great again.
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Great story, Garry. That young fellow will remember you with a smile.
Leslie
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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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Garry that’s another great story. We have to see and respect each of us as an individual because that is who we are.
Leslie
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More power to your connectivity, Garry!
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Tish, I’m so used to this stuff. But still —-
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To add to your comment …..Garry….”One day and one person at a time.”
Great post. Loved it.
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Thank you. I smiled to myself as the scene unfolded.
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Awesome!
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Thanks, Sarah! That look of shock is so familiar. I used to check to make sure my fly was closed.
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The shock is unfortunate, but the connection opportunities so profound.
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Yes, Sarah. I’m aware of the connection opportunities. Doesn’t take much and I always feel good when I connect.
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You have my vote, Garry. (signed) Not a Puppet.
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Thanks, Lois! Tis a pity the scene repeats itself everyday.
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That’s how it must happen — one connection at a time. We need to have many such connections happen simultaneously!
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I’ve been doing it for many years.
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