Thursday, August 28, 2008
365 # 57: Zeb
I suspect that the name you went by was probably short for something else, though I never knew what. I knew that you were from Kenya, and that you were the janitor at the small private school I attended from Kindergarten up through sixth grade. You were probably the friendliest guy in the whole building. I know you and I spoke many times, but I remember one conversation in particular when you told me that you were going to night school at the University of Houston. It wasn't until years later that I had an inkling of an understanding what that meant, that you were trying to make a better life here in a new country. I hope you made it.