"Overconfidence
as to my ability to travel the city by subway caused me to end up in the middle
of Harlem--some eight blocks from my destination. I had climbed board the 7th Avenue local
which entered the Harlem branch of the tunnel some blocks from 18th St where I
started. A white among thousands of
bustling, hurrying blacks-- as well as leisurely, relaxed Negroes-- I know how
it feels to be 'different.'...
"If
you can cook sukiyaki to go along with the chopsticks I own -- you'll make a
dandy wife. Chopped up meat fried in
grease - to which is added soy sauce, onions, bean sprouts, sugar, salt, soy
bean cakes, etc. - there you have the recipe."
--Letter
from my father, Decatur, Ill., to my mother, Estes Park, Colo., Thursday,
August 14, 1947 (writing about his recent stay in New York).
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