I knit or crochet all the time. I mean, all the time. Carry it with me everywhere. There is always a project of some sort on the front passenger seat of my car, since you never know when you’ll get stuck in traffic. (I once sat in a major traffic back-up on the Woodrow Wilson Bridge in DC, and luckily had a scarf-in-progress with me. By the time the back-up ended, some two hours later, I had a scarf-almost-done.) Late one recent afternoon, I was on the T bus in Chapel Hill, heading home. Bus was a bit crowded, but I found an empty seat just behind the railing at the rear door. I pulled out a crochet hook and some white sparkly yarn, and started making a starfish. At the next stop, a woman got on the bus at the front, shepherding two small children in front of her, a girl about eight, and a younger boy. The mom and boy found a seat, but the girl chose to stand near the rear door and hang on to the railing. We made eye contact, and I went back to my starfish. She spied the yarn and crochet hook in my hands, and stared. I smiled at her and she looked from me to the yarn and back to me, then smiled back shyly. I finished one starfish, knotted the yarn and snipped the tails. She watched. I started the second starfish, my hook flying in my hands. Still she watched, inching closer, now her hands sometimes absently reaching up as if to touch the yarn. We were about halfway to my stop by then. I finished the second piece, then quickly stitched them together to make a solid sparkly starfish. As I snipped the final yarn and pulled each leg to straighten it, she watched, mouth wide open, then looked at my eyes, her own wide with amazement. I reach over the chrome railing and handed it to her. Suddenly the bus slowed down for the next stop. She hesitated just a moment, then took the starfish in her hand just as her mom and brother swooped up from their seats to usher her out the now-open rear door. As the doors closed and the bus began moving again, I looked out the window just in time to see her holding the starfish in both hands, and she looked up at me and waved, smiling.