For once in my life, I was the minority. Almost everyone else was black or Latino. On my side of the tracks, life can be difficult. It can be tiresome and tough, even downright nasty. The forest is a wonderful orchestra, playing its own song.
Nothing is born here.
There is no need and no demand. There were many stories which could not appear in the magazine due to space limitations. Those pieces are presented below. There is one place that has virtually defined my life over the past 12 years.