In His Porkpie Hat

Dear Editor,
    I saw the reflection in the sliding doors: a black man in a porkpie hat walking into H-E-B behind me. He was tall, wearing charcoal pin-striped slacks, a long-sleeved blue dress shirt, black tie. He had that dignified gait. It looked like his natural porkpie pace. I turned and said, “That is a fine hat.” He said, “Thank you, my friend,” shook my hand, and continued, “and it is a fine day to wear it.”