Men, Work, Violence, Men, Work Guns I pulled over into a rest stop in Connecticut a couple of weeks ago because I was getting a little sleepy. At 2 o'clock in the afternoon I'm settling too much into the Satellite radio, and things are getting a little droopy, so I pull over to sit for a few seconds and then get out to walk into the McDonald's for a coffee. It's before Zimmerman has turned himself in, and I have already had a warm greeting from a black man I don't know, a stranger. It was just a warm exchange of smiles and a nod of the head, the kind of moment that reminds me of what I've read about the signs used during the time of the Underground Railroad, tilts of the hat from a certain kind of hat at a certain corner, etc. At this second stop the black man I saw must have been in Islam at some point. He is especially excited to see me wearing a hat that looks like it might be on the head of a Muslim, but it was actually made by o...