And I'm not singling myself out for special treatment--just that with the random mixing there's chocolate this and au lait that and high yellow and red bones and ... we got them all, man. And we will use them describing each other.

And Maya Angelou wrote a poem about just that - about all the ways to describe different shades of skin color among people of recent African descent. I'll link it if I find it on line, quote it if I find it off.

"Is that it? Are we done?"

I'm thinking "yeah". Until the next big book. I DO like having this available if there's some book a large number of Buffistas are going to read (but it can just be closed and re-opened).

Bye bye thread. ::pats thread on its little thread head::