While riding the train this morning and reading my first ever Bernice McFadden novel (another post for another day), I was reminded of one of the very first "coming of age" books I read which was the classic, "Daddy Was a Number Runner" by Louise Meriwether.
The details of the book are cloudy, which is why I plan to read it again. However, the realistic writing style and the descriptive narrative of African American culture is very similar in my recall.
I didn't want to miss a chance to "flashback" to arguably one of the greatest works of black literature of my time.
It also made me realize that the more things change the more they stay the same.
