It started as a normal day in the office. Nothing new, “same old same old”. I thought to myself. As I flipped through my work as I do every day, lost in my thoughts, the opening of the office door awoke me from my daily routine. A tall man in a suit stood before me, and gave me a warm smile. He said, “Hello Marcia…do you remember the name Roberto Alejandro”? That name took me back to Harlem New York, 1946.
Harlem New York, 1946, the year my father got a temporarily job change. We arrived at Harlem in summer, and we would leave by the end of summer. I was pissed! It was summer and I had to pass it in a black inf