Morning evening comn' down--the dreariest day of the week anywhere, but especially in the ghettos (yea, y'all, they still there) where people have taken their hangovers and other symptoms of a fast weekend to their individual plantations around town (if they're lucky enough to have one) return to...
“And please bring your guest; we’d love to have him.” Woww, I got an invite to go to the American Embassy, Woww.… He stared at himself in the three-piece African outfit he had bought for the ambassador’s thang. It was so easy to get what you wanted if you had money. A trip downtown to feel out of...
Stacey, the seventy-year-old shoeshine “boy,” popping his shine rag across a young brother’s new platforms, the MOQ station beaming out jazz for sisters and brothers, a few early gambling men heading into the back room to get their third race bets down, Pauline the manicurist sitting in the windo...