Driving up Glenwood (70 West) back from Raleigh this evening

Driving up Glenwood (70 West) back from Raleigh this evening

This low thunder quiet Fall September evening is pregnant with my earliest Durham NC memories. When I arrived here in October 1995 my brother and me along with mutual friends would drive down to Raleigh to catch a show at the Brewery. 70 was the route we took. This evening, coming back from a training class on Millbrook and Creedmoor in Raleigh I was reminded of those evenings. Many that know me well also know that I have not been uber keen on Durham lately. This drive home changed something deep within me. I fell in love with Durham again.

My Father is not Perfect

My Father is not Perfect

My dad is not perfect. No human being is perfect. My dad grew up in Scranton, PA in a humble home. His father was a barber who kept his shop in the basement of their Myrtle Street home. Life was not easy for dad and his 4 siblings. Alcohol was a catalyst in the levity and Irish working class violence in their family home.