These were good times, the summer of 1980 or so with Momma Jones (MJ) and Pop-Pop on the Beach at Setauket. MJ married Pop-Pop, her teenage sweetheart, in the late 70s perhaps because her cataracts made her feel as though she needed a shoulder to lean on. I am 28 and the author of Black Macho and the Myth of the Superwoman. My sister Barbara, I suspect, is the photographer in this case. By this time, MJ had begun to wear a blonde wig, much to the consternation of her daughter Faith.