On a cab ride to Harlem last May I thought I was having an authentic angel dust flashback as I passed 123rd and Lenox Avenue. Looking down the vista of renovated million dollar brownstones and condos, I remembered something Marshall McLuhan once said: "We look at the present through a rear view mirror: we march backwards into the future."
The past begins to reboot as a muffled procession of memories. On a cool August night in 1977, I was being questioned...
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