Tony came up to me on the streets of Baltimore and began talking. I though he was going to ask for money, but he didn't stop talking. Then, after about a minute, I realized he wasn't talking - he was freestylin'.
I'm sure some of the rhymes were staple. But he found my name tag and worked it in. Found a way to rhyme about my camera a few times. Found a time to notice the grey hairs glinting timidly in the sun through my mostly black cropped lid.
He freestyled for about 3 minutes solid. I just sat there and took it in. The whole time - the whole damn time - he sat there looking directly into my eyes.
There's something about Grace here - something the world misses most of the time - something baltimore Tony taught me.