Black Boy Crochet
On a rainy, uneventful Saturday in the fall of '98, I wandered the halls of my college dorm looking for something to do. At some point I found a friend in her room, crocheting and watching “Breakfast At Tiffany’s,” two things I’d never, ‘til that day, encountered. I eagerly accepted her invitation to join, and, for hours, I sat and marveled and learned.
Now, I, too, watch “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” and crochet things. Blankets, mostly. And sporadically, for now.
