GrandPop and the Cops……

 Moten Taylor was talking about grandparents . In this case, the most unique grandfather he had ever known or heard of. This Grandfather had so many moments of lasting reflection that Moten finally decided that  he would just live with the”Dude’s ‘(grandfather)memory and incidents intruding  on his daily life.

It made me think of my Grandfather who was surely a work of human art himself. He was born in North Carolina in ’88. Soldon was his name. His legends were many, from craft”could build a house without the blueprints,”to sports ..Boxed the weekends after working all week ,20 or more rounds against the other “laborers” from rival farms. It was said that he drove trucks for the bootleggers in Jersey during prohibition. He also loved and respected, protected the women. My grandparents had 13 children. 

But this is about meeting the police as a African -American in the wilderness of North America .

expand on  virtue of keeping your word..on death agreement w/creator…millions ..for sure turned down because of the angel that took the vest…living with that other scenario was always too horrific and degrading ..although he still wonders about that long obscene money

Another splendid summer day was what the weather man had called it. First week in August was as close to memory as he could remember it. He would never forget that August day.

It was eleven or so in the morning. GP was sitting on the steps to the complex he lived in. The  community pool was full with the shore residents. GP was living on the fifth floor with second wife and family.