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This Book Is Dedicated To My Parents, Dr. Herman And Leslie Lewis Curtis, Who Gave Us Both Wings And Roots And Encouraged Us To Fly, To My Sister, Cydney Eleanor Curtis, Who Has Always Been Supportive, Kind, And Herself, And Most Importantly To My Wife, Kaysandra Anne Sookram Curtis, Who Has Given Me The Warmth And Love That Have Allowed Me To Laugh, Grow, And Most Importantly, To Dream.

The Following Individuals Have Received The Author’s Sincere Gratitude: The Windsor Public Library Staff, Particularly Terry Fisher, For Creating A Stimulating And Encouraging Environment In Which To Write; Welwyn Wilton Katz For Her Invaluable Assistance; Wendy Lamb, Whose Skill As An Editor Is Matched Only By Her Patience; Joan Curtis Taylor, Who Will Always Be A Powerful Example Of Strength And Hope; The Avery Hopwood And Jules Hopwood Prize Of The University Of Michigan, Ann Arbor;

Particularly To My Dear Friend Liz Ivette Torres (Betty), Who Cannot Know How Much Her Friendship, Suggestions And Insights Have Meant; Lynn Guest, Whose Kindness And Compassion Are A Restorative To A Person’s Faith In Humankind. Special Thanks To Steven, Who Is Without A Doubt The Best First Reader, Critic, And Son Any Writer Could Ask For, As Well As To My Daughter Cydney, Who Makes Me Feel Like A Hero Just For Arriving Home From Work. Last But Not Least, I’d Want To Pay Tribute To Stevland Morris Of Saginaw, Michigan, Who So Movingly And Vividly Reminded Me Of What It Was Like To Be “Sneaking Out The Back Door To Hang Out With Those Hoodlum Friends Of Mine.”

One Of Those Really Chilly Saturdays. One Of Those Days When Your Breath Kind Of Hung Frozen In The Air Like A Chunk Of Smoke As You Exhaled, And You Could Go About And Seem To Be A Train Blowing Out Large, Fat, White Puffs Of Smoke.

It Was So Cold That If You Were Foolish Enough To Go Outside, Your Eyes Would Blink A Thousand Times On Their Own, Perhaps To Prevent The Juice Inside Them From Freezing Up. When You Spit, The Slob Would Turn Into An Ice Cube Before It Hit The Ground Because Of How Cold It Was. About 1,000,000,000 Degrees Below Zero.

Even Inside Our House, It Was Chilly. We Wore Sweaters, Hats, Scarves, Three Pairs Of Socks, And We Were Still Cold. The Furnace Was Banging And Sounding Like It Was About To Blow Up, And The Thermostat Was All The Way Up, Yet It Still Seemed Like Jack Frost Had Moved In With Us.

My Family Sat On The Couch Under A Blanket Quite Closely Huddled Together. Dad Said That This Would Create A Little Heat, But We Didn’t Need Him To Tell Us That Since The Cold Seemed To Automatically Motivate Us To Gather And Cuddle Up. Joetta, My Younger Sister, Sat In The Middle With Her Head Wrapped In A Scarf So That All You Could See Were Her Eyes. My Mother Was Outside, And I Was Standing Next To Her. Momma Felt The Cold The Most Since She Was The Only One Who Wasn’t Born In Flint. Her Eyes Were Also All You Could See, And They Were Glaring At Dad. She Often Accused Him Of Bringing Her From Alabama To Michigan, Which She Referred To As A “Giant Icebox,” On Purpose. Dad Was Tucked Up On Joey’s Other Side, Trying To Avoid Her Gaze. My Older Brother, Byron, Sat Next To Dad With Some Space Between Them.

Byron Had Just Turned Thirteen, Making Him A Legally Recognised Teenage Juvenile Offender. He Didn’t Believe It Was “Cool” To Touch Or Allow Anybody Else To Touch Him, Even If It Meant That He Would Eventually Freeze To Death. To Ensure That His Father Couldn’t Touch Him, Byron Had Tucked The Blanket Between Them Under The Couch’s Cushion.

Dad Tried To Distract Us From How Cold It Was By Turning On The Television, But All That Did Was Get Him In Trouble.

Dad Sighed As The Newsreader Said, “If You Think It’s Cold Now, Wait Until Tonight, The Temperature Is Expected To Drop Into Record-low Territory, Perhaps Reaching The Negative Twenties! There Was A Special News Report On Channel 12 Telling About How Bad The Weather Was! In Fact, During The Next Four To Five Days, We Won’t See Anything Above Zero! Although He Was Grinning As He Said It, None Of The Watson Family Found It Amusing. We All Turned To Face Dad. He Just Shook His Head And Covered His Eyes With The Blanket. After Then, The Man On Television Said, “Here’s A Little Something We Can Use To Brighten Our Spirits And Give Us Some Hope For The Future: The Temperature In Atlanta, Georgia, Is Forecast To Reach.. We All Heard The Weatherman Say, “… The Mid-seventies!” As Dad Coughed Loudly And Sprang From The Couch To Turn Off The Television. The Man Might Have Just As Easily Tied His Father To A Tree And Said, “Ready, Aim, Fire!” Mother Said. That Distance From Home Is 125 Miles. Dad Said, “Wilona…”

Momma Said, “I Knew It.

I Should Have Listened To Moses Henderson, I Knew It! “who?” I Queried. Oh Lord, Not That Sorry Story, The Father Said. You Must Allow Me To Tell You What Took Place With Him. There Isn’t Much To Tell, Just A Tale Of A Little Girl Who Made A Poor Decision, According To Mom. However, If You Do Share It, Be Sure To Provide Accurate Information.

We All Huddled Together As Tightly As We Could Since We Knew That Dad Would Try To Distract Us From The Cold By Breaking Up Fights. Joey And I Immediately Began Grinning, While Byron Made An Effort To Seem Unimpressed And Bored.

Kids, I Almost Wasn’t Your Father, Dad Said. You Guys Weren’t Too Far Away From Having A Clown Daddy Named Hambone Henderson. “You Stop Right There, Daniel Watson. That “Hambone” Nonsense Was Started By You. Before You Started, Everyone Called Him Moses, Which Is His Christian Name. He Wasn’t At All A Clown; He Was A Respectable Boy As Well. The Name, However, Didn’t It Stick? Henderson, Hambone. He Was Given This Nickname By Your Grandfather And Myself Because The Boy’s Head Resembled A Hambone And He Had More Knots And Bumps Than A Dinosaur. Therefore, Ask Yourself Whether You’d Choose To Be A Little Cool Or Live Your Life Being Known As The Hambonettes While You Guys Sit Here Giving Me These Dirty Looks Because It’s A Little Chilly Outside.

Me And Joey Started Laughing, Byron Kind Of Laughed, And Momma Covered Her Mouth. Because Of The Enormous Gap Between Her Front Teeth, She Did This Whenever She Was About To Smile. When Momma Found Something Amusing, You Would First Notice Her Attempting To Keep Her Lips Together In Order To Conceal The Gap; However, If The Smile Became Too Strong, You Would Only See The Gap For A Brief Moment Before Momma’s Hand Would Rise To Cover It, At Which Point She Would Begin To Laugh As Well.

Dad Cut Up More When Others Laughed, So When He Realised His Family Was Finding Him Amusing, He Really Started Putting On A Show. He Sat In Front Of The Television. Yes, Hambone Henderson Made A Proposal To Your Mother Around The Time I Did. Fought Dirty Too; When Your Momma Didn’t Believe Them, He Told Her A Pack Of Lies About Flint.

Dad Started Imitating This Hambone Guy By Speaking In A Southern Accent. “Wilona, I Heard Tell About The Weather Up That Far North In Flint, Again, Heard It’s Colder Than Inside A Icebox,” Mitch Said. I Believe A Movie About It Was Produced In Flint. Nanook Of The North Is A Movie. Yes, I Am Positive It Was Made In Flint. Oh, Yeah, Mitch Again, Flint. People There Live In Igloos, As The Saying Goes. The Majority Of The Population In Flint Is Chinese, At Least From What I’ve Seen In This Movie. Don’t Think I Saw A Single Person Of Colour In The Whole City. You Are An Obama Gal. Don’t Think You’d Be Very Content Living Without An Igloo. I Have Nothing Against Them, But I Don’t Think You’d Be Very Happy Living Among So Many Chinese People. Don’t Think You’ll Like The Food. Whales And Seals Were The Only Things The Chinese People Saw In The Film. Don’t Think You Won’t Like Whale Meat. Don’t Taste The Chicken Lick. Don’t Taste At All Like Pork.

Mother Withdrew Her Hand From Her Mouth. You Are One Lying Man, Daniel Watson! You Only Made One Statement That Was Really Accurate: Living In Flint Is Like Living In An Igloo. I Knew I Ought To Have Paid Attention To Moses. These Infants May Have Had Lumpy Heads At Birth, But At Least They Would Have Had Warm Lumpy Heads!

Birmingham Is A Good Place, And I’m Not Just Talking About The Weather, You Know That,

The People Are Friendlier, The Life Is Slower— Dad Said, “Oh Yeah, They’re Laughing A Minute Down There. Where Was That “Colors Only” Bathroom Downtown, Will We See? Daniel, You Know What I Mean, Things Aren’t Perfect But People Are More Honest About How They Feel, And Folks There Do Know How To Respect Their Parents,” She Said, Turning Her Mean Eyes From Her Father To Byron.

Byron Rolled His Eyes, Seeming Unconcerned. He Just Moved The Blanket’s Placement Within The Couch’s Cushion. Dad Called The Landlord For The One Hundredth Time Since He Didn’t Like Where The Conversation Was Going. The Phone Remained Busy. The Snake In The Grass Has His Phone Off The Hook. I’ll Call Cydney Since It Will Be Too Cold To Stay Here Tonight. We May Be Able To Spend The Night There Because She Just Installed That New Furnace. Even Though Aunt Cydney Had A Nasty Disposition, Her Home Was Always Comfortable, So We Kept Hoping That She Was There.

When Dad Got Aunt Cydney And She Told Us To Get Over Before We Died Of Hypothermia, Everyone, Even Byron, Cheered.

Dad Went Outside To Try To Start The Brown Bomber.

That’s What We Referred To It As. Byron Referred To The 1948 Plymouth As Being Turd Brown And Having A Dull Brown Exterior. When It Was Thirteen Years Old And We Had It For Two Years, Uncle Bud Gave It To Dad. It Was Well-taken Care Of By My Father And Myself, Although Sometimes It Struggled To Start In The Winter.

Dad Returned Huffing, Puffing, And Slapping His Arms Over His Chest After Waiting For Five Minutes. “Well, For A While It Was Touch And Go, But The Great Brown One Made It Through Again!” Everyone Laughed, But Byron And I Stopped Laughing And Immediately Frowned. We Could Tell What Was About To Happen By The Way Dad Grinned At Us. Okay, Boys, Let’s Go Out And Break Those Windows, Dad Said As He Took Two Ice Scrapers From His Pocket.

We Groused, Put On More Layers Of Clothing, And Went Outside To Scrape The Car’s Windows. By The Way He Was Behaving, I Could Tell That Byron Was Going To Try To Avoid Doing His Fair Share Of The Work. “Byron, You’d Better Do It And I’m Not Playing Either. I’m Not Going To Do My Part.” “Punk, Shut Up.” I Moved Around To The Passenger Side Of The Brown Bomber And Began Hacking At The Scab Of Ice Covering The Windows. After Completing Momma’s Window, I Took A Break. When It’s So Cold, Scraping Ice Off Windows Might Result In Your Death!

I Said, “I’m Serious, Byron, I’m Not Doing That Side Too, And I’m Only Going To Do Half The Windshield, I Don’t Care What You Do To Me,” Since I Couldn’t Hear Any Sound Coming From The Other Side Of The Car. The Bomber’s Windscreen Was Divided In Half By A Large Bar That Ran Down The Middle, Unlike The New 1963 Cars. I’ve Got Something More Important To Do Right Now, So Stop Your Stupid Mouth, Please. I Peered Around The Rear Of The Vehicle To See What The Driver Was Doing. He Was Bending Down To Look At Himself In The Outside Mirror, Which Was The Only Thing He Had Scraped Off. He Turned To Face Me And Said, “You Know What, Square? There Is Just No Way That Two People As Ugly As Your Mother And Father Could Have Given Birth To Someone As Intelligent As Me, Therefore I Must Have Been Adopted.

He Seemed To Be Brushing His Hair As He Ran His Hands Over His Head. I Said The Phrase “Forget You” Before Returning To The Other Side Of The Vehicle To Finish The Back Window. When I Had To Stop Once More And Catch My Breath, I Had Half Of The Ice Off. My Name Was Muffled By Byron.