I am with my mother in the line at Whole Truth Restaurant. A woman waiting for her fried fish suddenly exclaims: “Mrs. Henderson! My son’s favorite teacher! Oh, my son loved him some Mrs. Henderson!” They chat a bit about the student, who has retired from the military and a second career since he was in my mother’s classroom at Adams Elementary. She suddenly turns to me: “Ain’t you that one be in the paper all the time? About the cemetery?” I laugh. “Yes.” She appraises me for a silent second, then: “You doing good.”

Bone-deep thanks to my community for well wishes, prayers, amplification, quiet assistance, action, and the innumerable other ways you’ve supported Lane Street Project.