Back in the Day

If you have not noticed, let me suggest that you take a peep at the calendar. You will see what some of my colleagues have been saying to me; this summer is moving along fast, very fast!

I know that many of you have observed parents holding their child’s hand while waiting, on a street corner, to cross the street. If so, I suspect that you can visualize a parent leaning down, speaking softly to the child, pointing to the movement of the traffic and then pointing to the traff…

This week, I shall join with thousands of my Brothers of Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity Inc. for its 84th Grand Chapter meeting for our 2019 Conclave. It is an event that occurs every two years for the purpose of conducting business: particularly the election of new officers; a re-dedication of …

Last week I was engaged in a telephone conversation with a close friend regarding No. 45’s contradictory foreign policy stances. We focused on Donald Trump’s last-minute decision not to go through with his plan to bomb targets in Iran.

In preparation for writing today’s column, I read all of the Father’s Day columns that I have written over the years to avoid repeating thoughts I have already shared. However, my 2004 Father’s Day column had special meaning and I am repeating some of its contents today.

A few weeks ago, I was in my old West Philadelphia neighborhood attending the funeral of a fraternity member. I made it a point to drive down 43rd Street, where I lived during the 1940s through the 1960s. My old neighborhood, like many Philadelphia neighborhoods, is showing signs of gentrification.

Watching television, listening to the radio or reading newspapers today has made us aware of the recent measles outbreak. If you grew up prior to 2000, you may recall the fever, runny nose, cough, red eyes and sore throat associated with this disease.