I Don't Think One Parent

All Important Things Are Hard.

A Man Ain't Nothing But A Man. But A Son? Well, Now, That's Somebody.

Art Invites Us To Know Beauty And To Solicit It, Summon It, From Even The Most Tragic Of Circumstances.

Perhaps That's What All Human Relationships Boiled Down To: Would You Save My Life? Or Would You Take It?

I Lived In A Little Working-class Town That Had No Black Neighborhoods At All - One High School. We All Played Together. Everybody Was Either Somebody From The South Or An Immigrant From East Europe Or From Mexico. And There Was One Church, And There Were Four Elementary Schools. And We Were All, Pretty Much Until The End Of The War, Very, Very Poor.