Artesia Blvd, Lawndale, 1984
We call his family “the wife” and “the son.”
My dad was a basketball coach. For all the kids in my town growing up and then kind of freelance with youth leagues when he got older. He was a good coach.
Also my brother missed Christmas because he was at the cremation so my mom put all his presents in a box and handed it to him when he came over the next day.
Housing segregation in North Brooklyn