Once upon a time in The South Bronx of America, my community
was like science fiction in The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury. I carried Anne
Frank in my arms as the shadows of burnt-out buildings and bullies fell long
over us.
After making a path in the snow, I pulled down my hood
before entering my Fortress of Solitude where I discovered A Winkle In Time. 1
millennium later, I got tired of Waiting For Super Man and made a dream came
true for my 6th grade English teacher who believed I would write The Great
American Novel. Write what you know, she said.
I know books. I know, like Thomas Jefferson, I can’t live
without my books.
I know a writer said
if everyone knew how to write his or her life everyone would have a great
story. I know The Founding Father who
wrote We, The People. He resides in a church nearby the fireflies of Saint
Mary’s Park, where I was The Lone Ranger in The Space Age. I know the next
generation at The Hunt’s Point Library. I know 1 in the form of a little girl
with a stack of books and a smile that left the borders of her bright
face.
The end is a new beginning
The money would be used to help finish a homework assignment
on creating a tour book for our hometown by creating an ad to draw Supreme
Court Justice Sonia Sotomayor, Colin Powell, Al Pacino and others raised in The
South Bronx to read the books of their lives to an audience at The Hunt’s Point
Public Library.
In other words, book them Dano.
And here comes Hollywood.
LOL
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