I dream of potato salad

My parents came through for a few days. My real parents.

You have no idea how awkward it is when people assume that my parents are around Malta when in actuality it was just another African American that I have never met in my life. It is awkward and yes it happens.

If you think that you saw my parents here around Father’s Day, yes it probably happened.

It lifted my spirit to see or should I say hear my folks coming down the street. They had a piece of their Buick’s undercarriage scraping the streets after hitting what I could only assume was a pheasant outside of Saco. It was only one of four...