In Texas, I worked at an ice house,
for a cranky old New York transplant.
Little black kid brought pennies for a loaf--
old man blew up at him, chased him to the door.
Kid pushed, door stayed, face so scared.
I said "pull", he did, just in time.
Old man raised a newspaper rack at him, but I caught it from behind.
Kid went hungry.
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In the early 80s, I had a job in a not very great neighborhood at a 7-11 type store. Texans call them ice houses. The owner worked the night shift with me, and he hated the locals. This little boy put all pennies on the counter for a loaf of bread, and this man took it as the boy messing with him, but the pennies were probably all he had. That was thirty years ago but I never forgot it. I've always wondered, if I hadn't been there to stop him, if he really would have brained that little boy with the newspaper rack over some pennies. I kind of suspect that boy never forgot that night, either.