Photo Source: Unsplash plain old boring black regular, with a common South Carolina heritage not straight from the continent like some prince who came here to drive a cab enslaved enough to say I was born here, my parents were born here and grandparents and my greats and on and on and on between off and stop pull the plug means stop the ventilator from ventilation but it’s not as quick as flipping a switch it’s slow like a record player: off doesn’t mean stop the disc still circles as it...

Photo Source: Flickr (Pictured: Philidelphia mural honoring Engine #11 and W.E.B. Du Bois) Everyone has a story; mine is filled with fire. A fire that came too early, yet flamed nonetheless. It’s the middle of the 1800s. My name is Isaac Jacobs. All my life, I had a burning desire inside me. I wanted to steer the big truck and slide down the smooth pole and protect the row homes, the apartment buildings, and the factories of the city. My city. The city of brotherly love....