Ant Black on Family Month:

Since this is family month on the blog, I would like to take time to thank all of your mothers, some grandmothers, and a few fathers for the roles they all had in my life, whether big or small. They say it takes a village. We personified that. Each of us had about 20 homes away from home in the neiborhood. The best thing was that our parents didn’t have to worry about us running with the wrong crowd because all we were about was having fun. No guns, drugs, or random acts of violence. Just a gator good time. So thank all of your parents from me. And any that are not still with us today, my condolences and R.I.P.
Allow me to thank a few individually:
Thank you Ms. Bailey (Corey’s mom) for always considering me your 2nd son. And for letting a brother come over EVERY DAY and hit up your fridge. EVERY DAY!
Thank you Aunt Irene (Rashea’s mom) for being my 2nd moms, and for NEVER asking, ”Boy, what were you & that girl doing in Rashea’s room?” I love you for that.
Thank you & R.I.P. to Ms. Bessie (Kim & Kindell’s grand) for ALWAYS yelling at me, Kim, Rashea, Kim, Kindell, Kim, Nikki, Kim, Melinda… did I mention Kim? Anyway thank you for always for keeping us in line out the kitchen window. We miss you.
Thank you to Ms. Joanne (Freddy & 16 others’ mom) for always having an open door & a big smile. Also because every time I came in the house, there was always a new set of girls chillin’ in your living room. Don’t know where they would come from or what kind of operation you were running over there, but thank you!
Oh, and thank you to Michi’s pops for all them flagrant elbows to the ear, nose & throat on the downstairs court. Little did I realize while I was on the ground writhing in pain & gasping for precious air that you were just preparing us for manhood. It worked; thank you.
Thank you all for supporting the blog. This is my new home away from home. Coming onto the 'new Belmont' as Freddy calls it is the highlight of my days & nights. I love my wife, but dinner has to wait until AFTER I comment on the pic of the day. She doesn't get it, but she's not meant to. This blog is about US & the life-long friendships that were born on the stoop of 2121, in front of Sergio's, and the 181st ramp of Dennis Lane. That's our legacy. I love you all.