Day 161

Hey, knucklehead!

June 8th, 2012

That was the greeting I received from Mr. Williams as I passed by his house here in Bed-Stuy. I asked him how he knew I was a knucklehead. His reply: "Because I am the Son of God." By the end of our subsequent conversation — of which I remember very little; I suppose that's what happens when you're in the presence of the SoG — "knucklehead" had become a fond term of endearment, and Mr. Williams insisted we perform a thug hug ("like they do in prison") before I departed.


  1. Stephanie says:

    His stairs are so clean!

  2. Ms. A. C. Hall says:

    Please be advised that Mr. Williams is not representative of the residents on this block. In fact he has sold his property and plans to move very shortly. Sorry you were not able to hold an intelligent conversation with other skilled professionals who reside on this block. Perhaps you will return and consider a walk to benefit the under-served children in our community.

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