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I’m not kidding around no more. I’m jumpin back into literacy-math-academics-vocational education-mentoring–my way of practicalizing equality and ending inequality. Equal opportunity. Level the playing field. Period. Keep an eye on my signs and progress.

Author of the Month Reading

I’m happy to announce that I have been chosen as Author of the Month by the Northampton Senior Center where I will be doing a reading. I’ve attached an article introducing my memoir, Stories from the Stoop, and announcing the reading.

Saturday, Sept. 21st, 2:00 to 4:00 PM, Write Angles Flash Memoir Reading, Forbes Library, 20 West Street, Northampton, MA I’ll be reading a flash excerpt of “Order on the Court,” from Stories from the Stoop. The story describes an early evening on April 4th, 1968. I was shooting hoops on a basketball court at a Bronx housing project when Martin Luther King Jr. was murdered. As usual, I was the only white kid on the court.

Tuesday, Sept. 24th, 1:00 to 2:00 PM, Author of the Month Reading, Northampton Senior Center, 67 Conz Street, Northampton, MA I’ll be reading “Wolf,” the opening story from Stories from the Stoop, about a dog who saved my life but I couldn’t save Wolf’s life.

I remember . . .

Today is the day that for the last 18 years I slow down and remember my best friend Joe. I remember our childhood. I remember how he never gave up on me through all my twists and turns, even when I didn’t show up for our friendship like he always did. 

And then I remember Ground Zero. That night, a week after the planes, when I was allowed to go on the site because I was family.

The eerie desolation, the smoke, the building exo-skeletons leaning and just hanging on to themselves, the gas masks, the bright lights, the haze, the workers scurrying around, the giant equipment–cranes and bulldozers. Every time they chipped away at debris, balls of fire erupted. 

I remember his cop buddy pointing to where Joe was last seen. I climbed up the seven stories of smoky debris, stopped, looked around, panting through my gas mask. I felt like I was on a different planet. 

And then I prayed.