100 or so Boyhood Memories of the Real West Endies

This book is written to share some experiences of a person who has survived being born as colored, graduating from high school as a Negro, working half his life in corporate America as a Black, and finally arriving at old age as an African-American. Whew! The paths through those personas have led through many precious persons lives. Their interaction with me may have seemed insignificant to them. But, I cherished each experience as part of the learning-how-to-live-and-get-along-with-others life course. Even the places and spaces, the landmarks, the neighborhood haunts, the nooks and the crannies of a wonderful community mentioned in this collection of stories are highly significant in my development as a man, and a husband, a father, a grandfather. All these are cherished in my heart... in my life. I respectfully salute the West Endies. That is the area in Cincinnati bounded on the south by the Ohio River, on the north and east by the curving Central Parkway and on the west by the Western Hills Viaduct to State Avenue. Thanks for the memories. So, as you read and I feel privileged that you do please reminisce along with me. Thanks.