I was born in Maryland, and at a very early age moved to Atlantic City, New Jersey with my Mother. I think of these times. I distictly remember the smell of the Funny Papers, I know now that it was the ink, but even so I always remember living in an apartment on the third floor. I occassionally looked out the window at huge icicles and snow drifts with muted sounds of the blues being played on the radio and looking at the cartoons in the "Funny Papers" .

The "Ole Kitchen Folk" had a saying. "Boy you eating your white bread, now! . I now know all to well what was meant by that.