“Peace be with you,” the smiling stranger in blue said.
Part of my brain suppressed an urge to respond, “And with your spirit.” Instead I smiled and I hope managed a suitable reply. As she spoke further, I realized I’d encountered another reader of this column, which is always a delight for me.
Another such meeting this week introduced me to Rita, who not only relished my writings but also knew my grandfather, Higinio Lozano. She did not escape me easily, as I sought out what details she could offer.
Rita knew him when he owned a grocery store in the Chinatown section of Fresno during the 1940s. He always dressed nicely and wore a bow tie, she said. He employed his own children and other young people, such as her older brother...