The Boy from Brooklyn

This book came into this world October 18, 2014. It was a difficult story to tell because of the shifting moods of the characters and situations. To go from And there was my grandmother, the very definition of misery. The apartment she lived in was given to her by my uncle, her son, but she took us in when we had no place to live. She had her own story:

To go to; Because we were so poor there was no money for toys. My uncle Jess bought me a red fire truck, the kind you sit in and peddle. I ...