RECOGNITION

RECOGNITION "Well, I believe that's Bro. Larry," our paternal grandfather, Mitch Coleman, replied to an inquiry, in the blackness of night, November 1971. I had exited Uncle Earl's truck on their Mississippi farm. Seeing in the dark is one thing. Seeing through Mississippi blackness is quite another ! But, he could see me, he did see me, and knew me, instantly! My love, respect, admiration for him then soared! For, I had not seen him, nor he me, in years. Neither had he known that I would be visiting from DC. Being recognized is affirming, assuring especially coming within a dark place.