As I grow older, I pay less attention to what men say. I just watch what they do.
November 11, 2020
It was a summer day as my new friend and I walked towards Quincy market to have lunch. He was considerable older than me and very definitely a Boston Braham. I had met him 15 minutes earlier. As we headed toward the market, it seemed as though every other passerby would acknowledged his presence with at least a nod. We were in Boston’s...