She was a tall, skinny, bespeckled Black girl that walked up to me back sometime in 2016, I recall. We were in the Community Room of the building I’ve lived in since 2004 and she was a member of a health screening crew belonging to some state or local non-profit group. She knew my involvement in environmental justice and conservation. She also knew my involvement with the South Florida Water Management District. I didn’t know who she was, but, clearly, she had done her homework.