Retired handyman. Community mentor. Storyteller.
Back in 1968, young Marcus from the corner block came to me with a broken banjo. His hands were shaking, just like mine used to shake when I first picked up a chisel.
I told him, "Son, a broken thing ain't dead. It's just waiting for the right pair of hands to breathe life into it."
I spent three weeks rebuilding that banjo — not just fixing the strings, but teaching him how to make his own. Now, that boy's got a workshop in Bed-Stuy, and his students? They're the ones teaching the next generation.
This site will grow into a collection of stories from the neighborhood — about the first thing we ever built, broke, or fixed. Every crack in the sidewalk tells a story. Every broken thing has a chance to be made whole again.
The Golden Seam is live.