I’d drool, but it’s Ramadan and I’ve no moisture to spare. x_x

This comment is everything wrong with America.

Have you ever seen this book? It’s a lot of fun:

I feel you. I went to NOLA Jazz Fest and spent the whole day in the Gospel Tent.

I grew up black and Christian and you’ve never met a more welcoming people than old school style Black church-going folks. They are incredible.

I am not a religious person, but horrific events like these senseless and brutal murders help me understand why religion can be such a force for good and for love. The strength, the faith, the acceptance of a fate greater than their own....the members of this church are true Christians in every sense of the word.…

The Front Page of the Courier-Post:

They look so similar in that picture that I had to concentrate on telling them apart.

This is Bruce. He is not my actual grandfather by blood, but he was more my grandfather than the real one. He was a golf course designer, golf pro, pilot, painter, filmmaker, champion of public parks in Cleveland Ohio, and helped raise my father. He was one of the funniest, best men I have known in my life. His wife,…

This strikingly handsome man is Stanley Dawson, my grandfather. World War II Navy vet who passed early this year. All my looks from this man and his beautiful wife, Marilyn.

my dad and his dad

My grandfather in the mid 60’s, giving a look that I’m sure made my grandmother weak in the knees. He was a pilot in the Air Force during WWII, then flew commercial flights for Braniff for many years between Dallas and Miami. I could spend hours telling wonderful stories about him.

My Dad and Grandfather in 1940’s Chicago

My grandpa, in Mexico back in the day.

That’s my granddaddy in high school. He didn’t meet my Gran until he was nearly 30, so I had never really seen pictures of him before they got married. Turns out, my papa went to the same school as my grandaddy for a year so he has these pictures in his high school yearbook. It is downtight eerie how much my younger…

I’m the baby doing the Chris Farley impression in the picture, that’s my daddio

My great grandparents from Italy.

My parents on their first trip to the US in 1970. I wish cool was genetic.

My papa (grandpa) on the right at an auto repair shop he worked for.

My dad (little guy on the right), together with his brother and dad (and his crow friend Shadrack).