Saturday coffee.
A plaque by my hotel elevator says that one day in 1925 the poet Vachel Lindsay was dining in the hotel restaurant. A African American working as a bus boy handed him some copies of his poems. Lindsay, impressed with the quality of the work, passed the work on. The African American working as a bus boy was Langston Hughes.
I’m attending and speaking on a panel for Save Our Schools, an organization of teachers, educators, parents and education activists. No deep pocket corporations or foundations are footing the bill. Everyone here, including me,
