Charles McGee III and I sit outside a coffee shop one late afternoon, but we are far from alone. We are interrupted multiple times by passersby who know him and can’t help but say hello. He greets each one like an old friend.
“And how’s your mother doing?” he asks in conversation with a woman, walking her dog. He is curious to know about others, and others are curious about him. Even in his office, his phone buzzes constantly with messages and alerts from the mass of people trying to get a hold of him.