“I be visiting a folk,” Momma
said to me as I walked out of the house to go to the docks. That phrase sounded
like a statement. It was not. When Momma said that to me, she made a request. Mom visited people. And she took me along.
I started at Columbus Circle, next to Central Park in Manhattan. I crossed over to Broadway and followed that road as it led to Times Square. In front of me, a woman in a short black dress sped along, and I tried to keep up. I caught up with her at the next street where she stopped for traffic. As she stood there, cars sped close on the cross street.