One day last month, I was doing some errands with my little girls, Lauren and Veronica.  And during our trip, we passed “Mr. Waver’s Fruit Stand.” Now, “Mr. Waver’s” was not actually the name of the fruit stand.  It’s just the name we gave it. For you see, each time a car would pass, “Mr. Waver” would raise his right hand and with an open palm facing the car, he would move his hand side to side doing his best to make eye contact with the driver.      

Well, we were approaching “Mr. Waver’s Fruit Stand” fully expecting the traditional wave.  As we drew closer, we looked, made eye contact and to our astonishment ... no wave. No wave at all.