Eleven Years and an Hour Later

Eleven years ago today, I watched Barack Obama become the 44th President of the United States. I took my dad and step-mother out for lunch and we celebrated that and our server’s recent baby.

His inauguration co-incited with my dad’s 74th birthday. I had just turned 50 the previous October. My 40s were a decade of change, bad decisions, homelessness and redemption. I had my ego crushed, heart broken and dreams dashed. I was patronized and lashed out. In between 1998–2004, I lived in at least seven different places. For two years, my address was a post office box in Troy…

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Kent Anderson

Purveyor of Truth and Facts. Boarding school survivor. World traveler. Lifelong Detroiter. Loves good TV, movies, sports and friends and family. Mostly.