Louis Farrakhan came for dinner this week.
He asked for a different server, specifically a black server, when a white server greeted him at the table.
He demanded that his party of 14 all be split on individual checks.
And he tipped an astoundingly meager ten dollars on his own personal bill of $165.
The next day, Daddy Warbucks from the travelling production of Annie also came to the restaurant.
He asked and demanded for nothing.
He tipped everyone’s mood with wit and humor.
And he might have even stolen my heart by calling me his (broadway) baby, maybe.
Which just goes to show that in the hard knock times of life, you really aren’t fully dressed without a smile, and that the sun really does come out tomorrow.