"Waaa ter... Melons... Fresh Eggs... Peaches.. Pears... grapes.. plumbs... Get them now... five pounds of mustard-turnip-collard-greens for a dollar... Fresh Fruit " This statement was cried out and repeated over and over up and down my neighborhood's red cobblestone and brick paved alley between Suburban and Bartmer Avenues in the very early 1960's Saint Louis City when I was a child becoming aware of my surroundings starting at about the age of four years old. My father (Steve Evans) would always tell my mother (Mattie Mae Johnson-Thompson) how aware he thought I was for someone my age. He...