Tonight I checked into a Motel 6 in South Seattle. Sitting behind the counter was a slim, ancient black man wearing a navy-blue 3-piece suit with matching Fedora. He was so absorbed in his horse racing form that he failed to notice me for close to a minute. When he did notice me he was as formal and polite as I would expect of a man thus attired – a real gentleman. How I pity those who only stay in high-class establishments. They miss out on meeting so many interesting people.