Of course, my father, David, reminds me that my hunger is my choice. These measly rations (when we get them) would be barely enough to satisfy a small baby, let alone a nineteen-year old man. It feels like decades since my stomach was full. I think this was his fourth visit to the Sugar House Prison in New York City on Crown (now Liberty Street) in four days, but my memory might be failing me - hunger tends to expand time. August, 1781 (Two months before the Battle of Yorktown)įather came to visit today.
