When I walked up to the shuttle stop, there were three black boys in khaki slacks and white shirts, two in polos and one in a T-shirt with the logo for the Howard Tigers across the front. As soon as they boarded, the shuttle driver greeted them warmly. She knew these kids well. She started asking them about their teammates and what nights the games would be. Would she be able to come see them play? What numbers and positions would they have that school year? They were all laughing and cutting up, talking about their rivals at other schools.
It was one of those really great moments of observing community. I was happy for the kids that this grown-up, whatever her relationship to them and their families, was taking an interest and supporting them in sports.