it's tha return of the head nod

post number thirty four

“I’m back.”

As a young boy, the in-transit head nod was one of the first non-Kwanzaa, non-from Mom, non-from TV things I learned about being black. And I didn’t learn it at home — I picked up on the basketball court, at the tennis center, in church, and at the grocery store.

Those first few times you’re on the receiving end of the head nod — a complete d…