I was leaving the grocery store with a family pack of chicken thighs, two pounds of fresh okra and 16 oz. of cheddar cheese. It was Monday, before 10 a.m. It was also breezy, before the rain found us.
Otherwise, there was nothing noteworthy about this day.
Groceries and weather. As I exited the store, I saw a white-haired woman approaching.
“Good morning,” I said in passing. She looked at me as if yo…
