Color My Missives

He wore black shorts to match a black t-shirt and loose black du-rag tied around his head. He wasn’t so much leading his blind friend down the street as he was allowing the slower walking pace to give his jokes more breathing room; maybe he needed to think something over. The streets are [...]

In New York City, people find a way to make it work. This is from the bathroom AND closet of a friend’s apartment. There’s a second level loft here, a tiny kitchen, and iTunes. Home is where you lay your head, and in the east village you don’t forget that.

Chillicothe, Ohio might be the prettiest small town in America. There is a Main Street, and a set of railroad tracks that divides the town along class lines. Pairs of teenagers troop down the streets intermittently, looking for something to do. When I arrived, Lift Ev’ry Voice and Sing was tolling from [...]

A few weeks ago I found myself passing through Winchester, VA, a town for whom, I suppose, the Winchester gun company is named. The town has yet to be graced by the presence of a Starbucks, and it took me a few attempts to find someone who could direct me to a wireless internet [...]

This past weekend I met up with about a million of my closest Carribean friends for the West Indian American Day parade two blocks away on Eastern Parkway. I wrote about the same event five years ago. By the energy of the crowd, however, it was hard to tell any time had passed [...]