Newtown: A Microcosm of Our Culture
As I grappled with the idea of writing this article and especially what the name of it should be, I finally settled for the heading atop.
As I grappled with the idea of writing this article and especially what the name of it should be, I finally settled for the heading atop.
A few years ago, someone who worked with my wife (when she was employed as the principal at South Elementary School), who was a frequent reader of my column, asked her this question: “Where does your husband get the ideas to write so many articles?”
There is a special category of women who is worthy of double honor because they are the mothers and primary caregivers of children with special needs.
I undoubtedly possess a greater desire to write the information contained in my column today than I have perhaps felt about any other topic that I have ever presented.
The following letters were sent to me from Sherman Davis and Leonard Jacobs (not their real names) respectively.
I find myself shaking my head in disdain and disgust at the sight of many young African-American men walking around with their pants hanging down around their butts.
The season of spring officially started on March 20, 2019. Calendar-wise, we have been into the spring season for ten days.
To be honest about it, this article that you are reading today had its genesis over sixty-seven years ago, when yours truly was conceived and born in the year of 1951.
During the entire month of February, I am going to dedicate my column each week to the task of celebrating and citing blacks who have played an essential role in helping to shape the African-American community and culture of Dillon County.
Due to the fact that ever since my father was a young man, in his mid-twenties, working under the tutelage of Mr. J. E. Thomas (a white bricklayer and contractor), construction and building has been a part of my family’s professional and occupational legacy and tradition.