there she stands, greyish forlorned and seemingly beaten to a bloody pulp. death every home damned near living with coffins in our midst. pain, loss, indifference, lack of government oversight. trumps says no, everything is bliss, confusion, hate, division Covid19 deaths Mounting Daily where are the safeguards I would not send my children back to the schools. elections nearby fallen leaves to pick up as trash love the idea that light will shine at the end of the day, let us Pray.
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Retired NYC High School History Teacher from Washington Heights.I taught at G.W. H.S.( alumnus 1977), A. P. Randolph, MLK, Joan of Arc( Ms. Garrett, principal) and Wadleigh. Love jazz, r&b, Johnny Cash, Gil Scott Heron, Rubby Perez, Omega el fuerte and Frank Sinatra. View more posts