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  • Yesterday, two small children, a boy and a girl, Caucasian, this time, and in the Pointes, approached to talk to me as I was walking. The girl was tiny, petite, had long blond ringlets, was pretty and appeared well-to-do in her dress and manner. She was ebullient. She was maybe three or four years old, but well-spoken, and questioned me, “What is your name?”

    I told her Mary, and asked for her name, but instead of answering, she asked where I was going. I told her I was walking home, and she asked why part of my hair was white.

    I told her I was old, and that old people often have white hair. I walked along the width of the yard on the sidewalk, and she circled me in a high-stepping trot. The blond boy circled, too, a little older, by a year or two, and silent. Listening, looking slightly worried.

    When I got to the end of their yard, they stopped. “Goodbye,” I said.

    “Have a fantastic day,” the little girl called after me, her voice high and cheerful and full of energy and force.
  • I called back a similar greeting and kept walking. No parents in sight. I rarely see white kids that young alone and unsupervised in this area, though already I’ve forgotten just where I saw them.

    I had met another little girl, and I thought I knew where we’d met. Her mother had been there, and I had spoken to her, also, and later I looked for her, the child, again and again, for over a year, and never saw her. Parents around here mostly keep their small children safe inside.

    I mean the children no harm. I enjoy seeing their energy and smiles and wish them well, and wish them safe, happy lives, and hope no one with unkind intentions comes along while they are unguarded.
  • Story: This "story" (from a journal entry) is part of a series, but I haven't had time to post the others, which actually should come first. They are stories of people and things I encounter on my walks.

    Image: The Nature Conservancy is looking to collect 20,000 elephant images. Anyone can participate. This is one of mine. It is a digital "painting" or cartoon, created using shapes on Photoshop.

    "The Pointes" is a more well-to-do area than much of Detroit. I've been walking often in Detroit proper, where the population is largely, but not entirely, Black or African American and includes "people of color," that is, many other nationalities and skin colors than in "The Pointes," which is primarily, but not entirely rich and upper middle class Caucasian.

    The "line" between the two is thin and fragile. And at the same time, in some ways, like a vast wall.
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