So here in the home, we have the community room. We have social events there, we get some meals there. Every morning a crew gathers for coffee and to await the delivery of mail. Large tables with six chairs each mostly. But we do have some smaller tables. One table sits by the door. We use it for cards to eb signed. Someone is always having a birthday, or recovering from something, or suffered a loss. So cards are often sent to them, and we all sign them. But mainly, this table is the "free table". If you have something you don't want but someone might use, put it on the free table, and anyone is free to take it. The folks that had gardens out back often put spare tomatoes or peppers there. Sometimes someone is leaving their apartment for extended period and puts out food they won't use. I had to shave my chest to stick on heart monitor pads once. Bought a dozen disposable razors in a bag, and put the other eleven of them on the free table.
The nice young lady that manages the place was in today, and there was a couple of potential residents talking to her. As she was engaged elsewhere for the moment, this couple were sitting at the free table, looking at paper work. They were a black couple with heavy accents, I assume from Africa somewhere. But they were friendly, I said hi to them, and Wring gave them a rubber duckie. A little while later I saw them at the grocery store, they waved.
SO I got to thinking. If the black people were at the free table, does that mean they are finally free?
Wring did not approve of my theory.