A Man Called Mother
You could always find mother sitting on his screened in front porch in the 700 block of Ashland Avenue. He seemed to always be standing guard over his two story partially brick framed house where so many have walked through his doors and emerged a completely different person than when they went in. Mother was a person who took in those that others had given up on or tossed away. The forgotten ones and those left to fend for themselves after all of the social-experiments had failed. That house had a reputation of finding that ingot of good in a person and turning it into a gold mine of talent and righteousness. Ask anyone around the neighborhood and they would tell you tales of mother and how he was able to reach those that was once thought unreachable. How he could take those harden by society, jail and circumstances and mold them into citizens with more than a purpose. They became citizens with a cause. But the most interesting thing about...