My Grandfather's Son: A Memoir

All I knew about the man was that he was from a small town in Georgia, named Pinpoint. I didn’t even know where it was. Come to find out that Pinpoint is an island city just outside of Savannah, where he was raised. His mother never married his “biological” father, whom he only saw twice in his life. His mother’s parents, whom he called “Daddy” and “Aunt Tina” raised him and his brother (hence the name daddy, rather than grandpa). His grandfather instilled in both of them a terrific work ethic, and an undying respect for others, no matter the color of their skin or station in life. I was expecting a very dry read with nothing but facts and figures. What I got was so much more. It was filled with stories of friends and family who helped him on his journey to where he is now. It also included his feelings about the NAACP, desegregation, Malcolm X, and busing. His hard work, combined with people he met along the way, equalled the “luck” he had dropped into his lap, at every turn in his life. I give this book five thumbs up.