As I grow older, I pay less attention to what men say. I just watch what they do.
July 26, 2012
My father stood staring out the living room window of our apartment building. It was a building that was derisively referred to as “The Project” by its inhabitants. Other people knew it as Public Housing. It was government housing for low income people. Many, like my father, were returning World War II veterans. And these Vets,...