Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.
Wednesday, December 20, 2017
OPERATOR
INFORMATION OPERATOR
How joyful! How delightful! I spoke to two young ladies, whose diction was pure, articulation immaculate , whose sweet spirits were musical.
It was refreshing to talk to them!
It did remind me of an earlier time in Cook Hall, in my Freshman year at Howard, 1969-1970, when I had happened upon an information operator, while using the common hallway telephone. She also spoke beautifully , musically on the Hall phone; so much so, that before I knew what was going on, we had begun to "conversate"--brothers say--that is: i rapped to the sister.
This led to that, which led to the other, and before too long that telephone operator and a female friend had made their way up to the 4th floor of the mighty Cook Hall.
When they arrived and I laid my eyes upon them, I said to myself: "Sweet Jesus!" They looked like sin! I quickly passed them off to some brothers down the hallway, who were more willing than me to risk infamy, or worst, in being hospitable to visitors. They moved on. I closed the door. I asked no questions, and I heard no more!
Just goes to show you that one dimension, however charming, is not determinative of the whole!