
Today would have been my father’s 84th birthday but he died back in 1995 so the only place I could visit him was St. Raymond’s Cemetery in the Bronx. While I was there, I started thinking about him, and growing up not too far away in the James Monroe projects, also in the Bronx.
I was raised in those crazy projects and have many memories but today, because it was such a nice day, I went back to Monroe to stir up the past. I had not been to Monroe in quite a long time but I was happy to see that i