Back in the Day

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Several weeks ago, a Tribune employee asked me if I recall the days when considerable attention was given to keeping our neighborhoods clean. This subject had been the topic of my column on at least two occasions and therefore I tucked away the thought with plans to resurrect it in the futur…

Several weeks ago, I had a discussion with a friend regarding his plans for New Year’s Eve. Given the restrictions placed on us by the pandemic, he pointed out that he was simply going to sit home and do something that he had not done for yeas; sit alone with a bottle of his favorite alcohol…

I find it difficult to believe that I have been writing this column since 2001; yes, 20 years. While the ride has been fun, it has also been challenging. Coming up with a fresh topic week after week is not easy. However, based on my experiences, readings, news reports, suggestions from relat…

Some of you may know that I love rhythm and blues records. Over the years, I have accumulated a large record collection. It is not unusual for me to go into my basement, during this holiday season, to play holiday records on one of my jukeboxes. One song is a staple in the repertoire of reco…

With rare exceptions, I speak daily with a close friend that has been in my life since we were at Sulzberger Junior High School and is also a fraternity brother. This roughly 70-year relationship with Robert “Rob-Roy” Ridley, results in conversations that invariably focus on past events in o…

In recognition of The Tribune’s supplement on Race in America, I am devoting today’s column to the challenges of Black folk in public education. A decision that I find troubling but was of tremendous support for many is my focus. That decision is, Brown vs. the Board of Education of 1954.

Approximately every 10 days, I remove items from the hamper in my bathroom, take them downstairs to the laundry room, and allow the washer to fill with water as I place Tide detergent and Clorox in the washing machine. While doing this last weekend, my mind drifted back in time to the days w…

Regular readers of my column recall that I focused on kitchen items of the past several weeks ago. Then, last week I turned to the disappearance of wallpaper in recent years. Both of these columns generated many comments.

Last week, while spending time in my bathroom, my eyes became fixed on the walls. My bathroom walls have not changed in 40 years except for the hanging of a few historical and well-known Black-related prints. It occurred to me that what I saw exists in two other bathrooms, my office/den, and…

Many everyday experiences generate ideas for my weekly column. Such was the case last Friday when I sat down at the kitchen table for breakfast. My breakfast tends to be rather monotonous, nothing elaborate; orange or apple juice, cold tea, a bowl of Cheerios, sometimes a bowl of grits, a sa…

Last night, all of us did the same thing. If not, you did it at some point during the past 24 hours. After all, it is something that you cannot avoid and without it, survival is impossible. We cannot survive without getting the sleep we require.

Last week, in a conversation with a Tribune employee, I learned that he would not be in the office on a particular day as he was having a refrigerator delivered to his home. Having knowledge of experiences of others with home deliveries, he was anxious about this delivery. Like many of you, …

Before words come out of your mouth, choose them carefully. Some of you are old enough to recall the days when you could say anything that came to mind without repercussions. But the 1970s arrived, and things drastically changed. We learned that not all that was on one’s mind should be spoke…