bars. It was an explosion of culture.
My dad lived two blocks over
from Rockey, on Yeo Street, right
next to this incredible park where I
loved to go because kids of all races
and different countries were
running around and playing there.
My dad’s house was simple. Nice,
but nothing fancy. I feel like my dad
had enough money to be
comfortable and travel, but he
never spent lavishly on things. He’s
extremely frugal, the kind of guy
who drives the same car for twenty
years.
My father and I lived on a
schedule. I visited him every