When I was thirty, I returned from California. I applied to J.B. Hunt to be a trucker. It didn't happen. Noting, I had gone to kindergarten at an all-black inner-city Detroit school. My mother worked at two Detroit auto plants. Her father worked in a tool-and-die company. One of my uncles was a plumber. His wife was a beautician. Another uncle was a carpenter. My paternal grandfather, in Philadelphia, collected garbage. I was baptized in West Virginia... Also, was a soldier in Germany... So...