The first time I went to Harlem was when I was about ten years old with my family. It was electric. Being from Alabama, I felt like I had been transported into another world, a world with bold colors, sweet smells that lingered from local restaurants, church houses on building READ MORE click on the title above to read the full journal article, blog post, or podcast on HowlRound.com
SOURCE: HowlRound at 10:00AM on June 29, 2012