Randall LuceBorn in the baby boom, educated and loosed upon the world, I've tried to make an impression upon it. I got myself a degree in cultural anthropology and did field work in the Mississippi Delta. I saw the first Black man elected in his county since Recnstruction. Later, I worked for private aid organizations that gave medical materials to doctors in hospitals and clinics in developing countries. I saw famine in Africa. I saw bombs fall in Eritrea. There, I met goat herders who would rather starve than eat their goats, and visited hospitals hidden in caves. The doctors fashioned light switches from used syringes. Then I married, and I helped my wife raise two fine boys. Truly, my wife and sons don't know their own righteousness, and that is the one of the best things you can say about anybody. For a while, I worked for a homeless shelter. I taught college students anthropology. Then I worked for a law firm and began to write at night. Now I'm retired. So far, two novels bear my name-Motherless Children and Smokestack Lightning. If I could be British, I'd be Graham Greene. If I could sing, I'd be Bob Dylan. Looking back, I can't say I've made much of an impression, but I'm betting on God's grace. Someday, I hope to be a witness. Read More Read Less