"Once upon a time, way back in the 1950s, when there was no cyber or cable anything and the cars were all big and boxy, there was a little girl who lived wither mother and father, just the three of them, in a fine brick house on the Far South Side of Chicago. (Only Negro people, as they called themselves back then, lived in the neighborhood, nearly all of them also living in fine brick houses.) The Girl's favorite part of the day was evening when her Daddy returned from work. No matter the season, she'd wait on the front steps, anxious for the sight of his tall, dark figure walking down the street..."