Tag Archives: family
Memories (reposted from July 23, 2006)
When I was 17 years old, my father took me and my brother, Vernon, on a barge in the middle of the East River. He was a diesel mechanic who made sure the equipment was running properly on the barge. … Continue reading
A Little History (reposted from September 4, 2004)
Today I took a bus ride to the neighborhood I grew up in as a teenager. It was pretty hot and I was regretting carrying everything I had with me in a messenger bag. I had my laptop, books, a … Continue reading