Everybody is from someplace. Morris Bejawho has lived his adult life in Ohio, aside from extended stays abroadis from the Bronx. In this book he gives a vivid account of what it was like to grow up there, in the thirties, forties, and fifties. He presents a memoir of his life and family and world, but he also conveys the importance of ephemera, of the fleeting: of the moments, impressions, places, objects, commodities, products, snatches of song,...