Ron and Maya

Ron was in San Francisco searching the jewelry stores of Chinatown for pearls for his mom when a limousine pulled up – and out steps Maya Angelou. Ron had seen Maya when he was in college and couldn’t help but to say high and grinned uncontrollably. She even shook his hand.

Ron: Isn’t she’s the poet that wouldn’t sit in the back of the bus?
Me: No honey, that’s Rosa Parks. This is lady that knows why the caged bird sings…

Published by <span class='p-author h-card'>Andy</span>

Gay Hoosier Taurus INFJ ex-playwright pianist gymbunny published author in San Francisco.