We enjoyed a dinner in a Creole style restaurant. Afterward we went out for a stroll to help digest our wonderful meal. We were stopped by the sight of a huge mound of movie set lighting gear stacked on the street, sidewalk and curb. We had noticed signs of a shoot going on earlier. We stood around a bit to see if we could catch a glance of a celebrity and maybe find out what script was being shot. All we noticed was more gear being unloaded from moving vans and cluttering up the street. I glimpsed an elderly man proceeding towards us.
He was tapping his way forward with a white cane, the sign of a blind person. It appeared he was familiar with the neighborhood as his cane tapped right along the various obstructions he negotiated around. For instance he seemed to know where the garbage cans were as he approached them. His cane would strike one and he ambled round it much as a sighted person would. Then he got to something new. His can tapped into the leading edge of the pile we had been admiring.
He stopped proceeding forward but kept poking with his cane at this unfamiliar hindrance. His face bore a look of bewilderment as he kept using his white instrument to see what he was facing. He poked and prodded high and low and gently pried at times to figure out what he was facing. Finally, he crossed his arms muttered, “It’s fucking Republicans,” then whirled round and tapped his way back up the street. To this day, I am astounded that an elderly black man was able to garner the portend of our future on the night the Neo-Con agenda got rolling.