Once upon a time, my community was like science fiction in
The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury who also wrote Fahrenheit 451. I carried
Anne Frank in my arms as the shadows of burnt-out buildings and bullies fell
over us in The South Bronx of America.
After following a path on paper white snow, I pulled down my
hood before entering my Fortress of Solitude where I discovered A Winkle In
Time. One millennium later, after Waiting For Super Man at our library, I flew
ideas to make true a dream for my 6th grade English teacher who believed one
day I would write The Great American Novel.
Write what you know, she encouraged the boy with the 11th
grade reading level.
I know, like Thomas Jefferson, I can’t live without my
books.
I know a writer wrote
if everyone knew how to write on his or her life everyone would have a great
story. I know The Founding Father who
wrote We, The People. I know 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: a super schoolgirl who carried stories of our lives in her
arms with a smile that left the borders of her bright little face.
The End of this very short story begins the tall future of
children.
Again.
The money would be used to help finish a homework assignment
on creating a tour book for our hometown that draws the spirit of we, the
people at The Hunt’s Point Public Library. Imagine Supreme Court Justice Sonia
Sotomayor, Colin Powell, Al Pacino and others who grew up in The South Bronx
reading the books of their lives to an audience.
In other words, book them Dano. Of course, it’s unavoidable.
Books go straight to DVD.
Here comes Hollywood.
LOL
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