During most of the 1980’s, I lived in a small suburb of Trenton, New Jersey, known as Chambersburg. Located right on the border of downtown, this area at the time was made up of mostly middle class Italian families. I had a few local friends that I hung out with on a daily basis when I wasn’t grounded or having to stay late at school. None of my friends or I were of Italian …showed first 75 words of 1573 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1573 total…more than just give a cigarette to one of the best friends I‘ve ever known. I learned for myself that color does not make a person, for our skin is only that. It is our hearts and souls that make us human. I no longer live in Trenton, though when I’m there to visit my father, I often walk through downtown to the projects and visit with Martin’s mother for a while.