Baltimore, Maryland, is where my story began. I was born to two wonderful parents, young parents, ages 16 and 19.  For the first 5 years of my life I lived with my mother and her parents, my great grandfather and a great uncle that lived upstairs. I loved my grandparents.  I called my grandmother, Big Momma and my grandfather, Grand Daddy and of course I called my mother Mommie.  My favorite memory is that of the smell of freshly ground coffee, hand grinded by Big Momma and sharing a cup of it with my Great Grandfather as he dunked his plain donut.  Pops, my Great Grandfather, always wore a starched white shirt, suspenders and sharply creased slacks.