When I was a child living in West Baltimore, life was worth living.
On a small, narrow street called Wine Street, where the Martin Luther King Recreation Center was located, you could find a purple or pink flower nestled in the grass. Life was worth living in West Baltimore.
Watching scores of people walk past who were intelligent and hard-working. Alongside them, walked alcoholics, drug users and other hustlers. This melting pot was an example of our nation during the mid-1960s. Oh, how I relish those good old days. Life could be worth living in West Baltimore.
