“I was born dirt poor and will probably die dirt poor,” states Jack Barnes in his beguiling memoir in which he reveals the life fate dealt him and what he did with it. Despite being homeless and living in his car for a number of years, he always maintained a job in order to support his family. Written up in two feature stories in Newsday, Jack’s life is that of a man who loved and lost but never forgot his sense of humanity and responsibility to his children and grandchildren.“Every day he broke his back. Every night he slept in his car. This was the only America that John Barnes knew.” Newsday, Sunday, December 27, 1987.
A really sad, depressing autobiography from a man to whom I am distantly related. His birth into an abusive household combined with many bad choices on his part led to a life of difficulty and struggle. His butchering of the language, whether intentional or accidental, helped to prove his thesis of a bad, dirt poor life. One can't help but feel sorry for the guy.