JIM CROW.CHAPTER 12.BLACKS BUILT WALL STREET.PAGE 1

The previous day was a picture postcard an ideal period to take trip to New York and heypresto David's motive changed upon swallow of a morsel subsequently mooched and grouched himself in a motley of consideration for the new day.Woke earnestly,rushed to the shower and the steam swirled,misting the mirror,the window,panting in the jacuzzi,clouding the pale but vibrant morn with the traveling zeal.David paced off the scanty purple bathroom,holding breath close with admiration for the much belated trip.Enveloped with light,rapid breathing,tremulous and quixotic,shaved beard in record speed,put on knickerbockers,with street knickknacks,from neck to hands and bespoke shirt,for the trip,stroking his soft dark loose hair falling slowly at the back,a much cherished ponytail,like rastaman,gazed wall clock,stairs creaked under his feet,from floorboards,closer to white door swung open for rush of cool air.Knapsack flung at his back,kibboshed kneejerk procrastination,paced the kerbstone headed for the station.Dave knew