Saturday, November 24, 2012



My mother’s building is now filled with the funk of Marijuana and the fungus of graffiti.

It’s due to the homeless moved out of city shelters and into the neighborhood. Add a troubled economy and the super storm to spell out ominous. And of course, Sesame Street rocked with a sex scandal involving Elmo is another sign of The Apocalypse. How am I to do my homework on creating a tour book for The South Bronx? As the song goes, I beg your pardon but I never promised you a rose garden. 

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

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