That was 40 years ago, yesterday. The boy on that bus had no idea the man he’d become – or how different the road would look…
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That was 40 years ago, yesterday. The boy on that bus had no idea the man he’d become – or how different the road would look…
…every story I’ve written came from a life fully lived—painfully, hilariously, imperfectly lived. And whether I’ve shared memories from my childhood, love notes to my parents, awkward moments with my friends, pranks gone wrong, or heartfelt reflections about slavery, legacy, and life… they’re mine. And now they belong to you too….
And one form of music I will always associate with my graduating class is the classic R&B slow jam. Prince, Midnight Star, Zapp, Jeffrey Osborne, Atlantic Starr, Sade, Peabo Bryson, DeBarge. So many wonderful artists who brought music that made you get on the dance floor and STAY on it, hoping the night would never end…
Despite the heat, my mother insisted that I wear my hoodie as protection against stray fireworks, but had she any idea what I would actually be doing, I’m sure she would have made me watch from inside my living room window.
Looking back, I wish she had…
I realize now that what he meant was that he had given me the necessary tools. He had taught me what I needed at the start of my journey as a boy, a young man, and eventually, as a new father.
“We don’t blame other people, sweetheart.” I began. Kamari didn’t do it, so you don’t say ‘Kamari did it.’ If you do, Grandpa will get angry with Kamari, and it wasn’t Kamari’s fault.