Random excerpts from my childhood journals:
9/25/88 age 12: “I’m training to be a ninja.”
No Big Deal Here
One day this past week, I walked down the Mt. Vernon Square Metro escalator, heading home from work, just like I do every day.
“Excuse me!” Someone yelled, maybe 25 feet or so away from me. I’m not interested. I had a train to catch and if I gave my undivided attention to everyone asking for money outside Metro, I’d never get anywhere. It’s a very common thing.
“Fucking white people,” the guy said in my direction when it was clear I wasn’t going to answer him.
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I couldn’t even finish reading this article. Hits too close to home.
Welcome, Noah Sumner
Nephew #3 arrived on Feb. 25, 2016 around 10:20 p.m. Noah Sumner, 6lbs. 8oz. Continue reading “Welcome, Noah Sumner”
Rest in Peace, Uncle Vinny
Rest in peace to my uncle Vincent Bell.
November 27, 1946 – February 19, 2016.
Great uncle, great father, great man.