A Place for Remembering and Changing

It is about time you found us. We have been waiting for you! Please make yourself at home as we conjure up some memories for you about the “good ole days.” Did you have an Aunt, Uncle, Grandma, or Grandpa who loved to share his or her memories? Weren’t those times enjoyable as the past was connected to the present? Have you ever gotten lost in a story, a movie, or even a song that took you back to a specific time, place, or person? If so, you have found the right place for remembering.

However, if memories are all that you are looking for, this is NOT the right place for you. What you will find here are real life anecdotes designed to show you that Blacks and Whites are quite similar but unique. You will be challenged to put aside ignorance which causes preconceptions and stereotypes. Don’t worry. You will not be scolded or preached at. In a subtle fashion, you will discover and remember what you already know in your heart. This site will allow you to put your life on pause and then cause you to be refreshed by your reflections on the “good ole days.” Perhaps this site will even help you improve your perception of racial issues in America. Please enjoy.

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The story revolves around two people who lived during the same time, roughly 1950 through the present. The setting is the Detroit Metropolitan Area. Now available on Amazon!

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Do you know someone who grew up in Detroit in the 1950’s and 1960’s? Or maybe that someone is you! Let’s spread the word about this site and the book so we can reminisce together.

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Each blog article has open comments, why not jump in and tell us if you had a similar experience. Or maybe you’ve got a story of your own to share – we’ll be publishing guest posts soon! Get in touch.

Where Were You?

“Where were you, oo, oo, oo,oo; I really want to know . . .” Oops and apologies to the musical group The Who whose song was “Who Are You.” Now that I have that classic reverberating in your mind, all of us remember where we were when certain tragic events took place...

Old Man Winter

Well, as daylight savings time has begun and the official opening of spring is here, the time is right for giving old man winter his props. Of course, many thank yous are in order for this “hoary gentleman” as he has been a source of conversation since last December....

One Piece at a Time

For those of us of the older, let’s just say a more mature generation, having a Cadillac was IT. It is hard to understand what a Cadillac meant back then due to the many choices in today’s luxury car market. Very few if any other choices existed back in the day if...

We were guests on The Rock ‘n’ Turk Sports Show

What an honor for us to be asked to be guests with Rock and Turk this evening. What a great conversation about race relations in Detroit and around the world. We chatted about growing up in Detroit and living through the race riots of the 1960's, how basketball...

Dee-troit Basketball!

UPDATE: The Detroit Pistons are moving back to downtown Detroit in 2017 but read all about my memories of them in the 60's and 70's. --- The crowd at the Palace of Auburn Hills really gets into it when the announcer starts chanting “Dee-troit Basketball! Dee-troit...

I Don’t Get It

There are a few things in life that I just don't get. Tattoos Smoking Being a Detroit Lions fan Soccer A beautiful girl with porcelain skin walked by, and as I ogled her, as any man, old or young might, I disappointedly noticed that she had tattoos on her leg, arm,...

Playgrounds and Parks of our Childhood

When a realtor starts to describe a neighborhood, he/she will begin with the three most important words: location, location, location. As part of the discussion about location invariably will be the pointing out of schools, shopping, and, of course, playgrounds and...

Why You So Scart?

Think back to high school speech class. For me, this was the worst torture imaginable causing knees shaking, cheek twitching, armpits sweating, and pubescent voice cracking. If I dared look up to make the required eye contact, there was always some jerk-off giving me...