American Gangster?

Not in the least.

Clayton Moses Carter, or Uncle Moe, was the light and I was the shadow. He was one of my favorite uncles and always had that signature cigar. When I would visit him and Aunt Sadye, he would make sure I did my assigned tasks before rewarding me with a trip to the hobby store for a model airplane. When I asked him to play cards with me (my sister Sonya taught me how to play canasta), he would always say ‘tomorrow’. I fell for it every time.

His last job was working for Idlewild International airport - before they changed it to Kennedy airport, in New York. He died there in 1959, the same year as Billie Holiday. Aunt Sadye took me to Billie Holiday’s wake, my first. I was so shook up by that experience that I refused to go in to the brownstone building where Uncle Moe’s service was held. I stayed in the car. I was only seven years old and I hope that my uncle understands.
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