As I walked towards an elevator to go up to my seat in Kauffman Stadium, the doors began to close. An older gentleman was the sole occupant of the elevator, and I was prepared to let the elevator go so I could catch the next one. It was early enough; there weren’t very many people at the stadium yet.
But the gentleman, crowned with white hair and wearing a crisp button-up shirt and slacks, saw me approaching. He kindly held the door for me.
I thanked him, and we started to ascend. It was September 30, 2017.