Photographer / Writer / Musician / Cinematography
Distance does not explain it. Less than a month ago this city seemed hopeful. The reason why this is strange to write today is because America is a wonderful place to live.
I went to bed last night drunk on red wine. Reading Henry Miller’s “Aller Retour NY” with the intent of stealing his idea to infuse with mine.
And now, I am going to tell you a little more on my days and nights in the City of Brotherly Love. On how I walked down…
When Helena ever heard anyone, especially one of her nine family members, make a racist remark, her temper was quick to explode. She would correct the prejudice remark and then proceed to tell you about Agnes Jones Tucker.