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I take my grandson, Little Luke, 3.5 years old, on a walk. Better yet, he takes me on the walk. Not exactly true. I guide him into the local gallery, Steven Wolf Fine Arts. We go behind the black curtain into the 'media' room. Oh, for this story I should mention he is half African-American. On the wall a terrible fight is going on. A young black man and a young white man are mixing up their fists inside some store. It's not immediately clear why they are fighting. A dope deal gone bad? A robbery? A racist inspired altercation. Not an immediate clue. Little Luke looks up. "Is this for adults?" Without waiting for an answer he pushes his way back through the curtain. I follow him on to the street. It's so lovely, I think, to have innocence be such a force. Stephen Vincent