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Ronald McKinley

Not Born on the 4th of July

By Ronald McKinley When I was younger, I celebrated the 4 of July as all good Americans did. I lit strings of firecrackers. I burned sparklers. I ate hot dogs, corn on the cob. In New Orleans, where I was born I would go to the French Market and buy a large watermelon. One hundred...

To feed or not to feed, that is the question?

By Ronald K. Mc Kinley In most major cities there are ordinances stopping or restricting the feeding of the homeless. Las Vegas, “home of Lost Wages,” was one of the first. A federal judge has blocked that law. New York’s mayor Bloomberg blocked food donations to all government-run homeless shelters, concerned that the donated food...

Wild and Peaceful – The Ivory Queen of Soul

By Ronald K. Mc Kinley Mary Christine Brockert, known as Teena Marie, was born in Santa Monica and spent her early childhood in Mission Hills. Later she moved with her family to Venice to live in a large house on Nowita Court. Born on March 5, 1956 she was raised in Qakwood, nick-named “ghost town”...

Fear of Drumming

Ronald K. Mc Kinley The current Venice Drum Circle is about twenty-two years old. I say current because the VDC has origins before I came to Venice. When I came to Venice there was no circle. The VDC of the 60s and the 70s was finally beat down. I talked with players of the old...
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