John and Cindy Bennett made a trip around
in a Ford Econoline van, and John wrote a book about it,
called Tripping in America. They camped in parks.
When they came to visit us, they slept in the van, in our driveway.
The black experience citizens going back and forth to colored town
probably kept them awake. They liked to throw litter in our yard.
They talked loud sometimes. Sometimes they didn’t. If we had a dog,
they liked to aggravate it. White dogs don’t like black people
and vice versa. Brenda rode a bike through colored town
and a German shepherd attacked her, and knocked her off
her bike. She screamed and he went away, but he bit her,
and broke the skin. That’s when she bought
the pre-wrecked Mustang. I don’t know what
we talked about with John and Cindy. They had friends
who were artists, and knew what poverty looked like.
Maybe I came across as racist. Maybe they were on
a tight schedule. They came and went.
Maybe they were frightened.
Maybe the had to get somewhere.
They had lived in hippie ghettos in
Just us and black experience citizens. The black experience.
The poor white trash experience. The
33444 experience. The Frank Costanza watching Seinfeld experience.
Richard Grayson. I met Richard Grayson at Miami Book Fair.
He lived with his parents in a condominium in