This is a a brief story of a meeting with that older brother from around the way that we all know - his name is Doc. Here’s an excerpt:

On the train Sunday morning with church goers
We’re taking different kinds of trips
But we’re all headed to the same place.

Then the New Jersey Turnpike South, headed towards the parkway. Its almost as if I fell asleep on the A-train from Brooklyn and woke up in the strange and bizarre world of my Grandmother’s. Here, things don’t make sense when they should. Papers disappear when you know you had them just a minute ago. Strange things happen and strange people populate this universe.

Take in the long version of this short story with the PDF version here:

Sunday Morning Church with Doc (PDF)