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| This is Cassandra and her 14 year-old daughter, Sonya. Cassandra is the shorter of the two. Heh. I have known Cass for over 30 years. They are standing outside their new home in York. They recently arrived in Alabama from Hell, AKA New York. Cass and her husband, Abdoul put in some 20 years there. They created two successful and beloved restaurants in Brooklyn, owned the brownstone, had two and-a-half kids and the whole nine yards; The American Dream, I tell ya! But the dream became a bit of a nightmare. New York does not want anything to do with the humble middle class people that make the world go 'round. It wants everyone either super rich or super poor. And all the wonderful dynamic possibilities we went there to discover are dried up and gone. The old town is just no longer worth the time. You drag yourself from point A to point B with no life in-between. Your only desire is to avoid the legions of cruel, entitled creatures that have taken over the place. If you want to live again you have to get out...And that they did. |
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| I procured this charming, spacious and classy dwelling for them. It's on a nice quiet street right in the center of town. They have easy access to everything. All the sublime splendors of York are at their fingertips. It's the perfect spot if you're new to York. The rent is too ridiculously low for any of you city folk to ever comprehend or believe so I will not mention it for fear of making your sorry little heads explode all over the crappy little hovel you call home that you pay an arm and a leg for every month. Cassandra and her family will stay here til they find their groove in Alabama and most likely buy some stunning tract of land somewheres and build their dream house. |
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| They clearly love their sweet rental though. I roll up on them anytime of day and they'll be relaxing out on the porch like they've been living here forever. They are still in recovery mode so I will not chide them for sitting up on that porch at all hours. Everybody knows Abdoul is the hardest working dude on the planet anyway. |
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| And what a porch. It's a spacious lounge with room to roam. Their young son tosses balls and rolls skateboards from end to end. |
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| Ah but I was just the middle man in this housing deal. This is Pastor Johnny Davis and he owns the place. I told him what was needed and he hooked my people up. He stops by with a couple of his gentleman sons, Tony and John, and we have one of our high-energy chats. The
Rev, as I call him, is a great friend and mentor. He is also one of the
funniest, most brilliant and genuine people I know. For his character and his deeds and all he does for this town, you gotta love the Rev. |
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| Along with his church, The Rev founded the Progressive Children's College. It is a youth empowerment organization promoting education and self-reliance. Several years ago I donated those painted silhouettes to the PCC to decorate their grounds with. They were part of a community art project but I had no place to install or store them so I gave them to the Rev. |
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| Some of the kids of PCC started a car detailing service on a lot the Rev recently acquired. The sign they painted has its charms. But, I'm sorry. It is way too lowly for the great cause it represents. So I volunteered my time and painted a new sign. |
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| This thing seriously pops. |
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| I think the Rev really digs it. -------------------------------------------------- |
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| After a long day of volunteering down on Mahalah Farm all
the young farmers come up to my place for a wholesome vegetarian meal
cooked by none other than the lady they'd been working for all day. With
great skill and finesse, Yawah transformed my sparse bachelor's kitchen
into high-end gourmet eatery
She is such a cutie patootie.
OH GOD.
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