He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee, He laid the odds and kept a tote, whatever that may be,

By the end of undergrad in 1980, it was clear that the America that I had entered into college with in 1976 had undergone regressive transformation. With the defeat of President Jimmy Carter and the election of Ronald Reagan, the modern reconstruction of black America was over. The nation had suffered a severe case of “Negro fatigue.” Moving forward, the national government would officially disengage the great Project of righting the wrongs and repairing the damage of America's original sin.

From the ground, Colombo’s port does not look like much. Those entering it are greeted by wire fences, walls dating back to colonial times and security posts. For mariners leaving the port after lonely nights on the high seas, the delights of the B52 Night Club and Stallion Pub lie a stumble away.

But poore old man, thou prun'ſt a rotten tree, / That cannot ſo much as a bloſſome yeelde