There was a sweater dress in almost the same shade of blue as one shown at Doo.Ri; overdyed plaid shirts with contrasting plaid cuffs and collars for men like those at Duckie Brown; and lots of chunky knit gray cardigans like the ones popping up all over the place — just not at the same prices.

On it stood a silver tray of smokables and a burnished spirit-stand, from which and an adjacent siphon my silent host proceeded to charge two high glasses.

While a Stepin Fetchit movie, a Jimmie Walker sitcom, or a Flavor Flav reality show may have earned charges of coonery, they also brought laughter and pride to black viewers who at some level appreciate that these artists demonstrate[…]

Daniel is amazing, wonderful, fantastic, and many other superlatives I can’t think of right now!