“No, but I have some errands for you to… um… do today after working at the boys educational school,” he replied cordially. “Go ahead, you can tell me, I will make sure I carry out your orders,” I replied. “Ok, I want you to pick up a package from my colleague, Lewis Richmond estate near the edge of the inner parts of Federal Hill, close to three blocks east from the main harbor,” he said. “Father, what is the package for,” I questioned curiously. “It is the final parts to rebuild the hinges of the fence for our front yard,” my father replied solely. Federal Hill was a expanse and crowded part of the city. Even though it was distant from the Mount Vernon neighborhood of Baltimore, it was marginally convenient, but served as an area for friends to meet. “Uh huh, I almost forgot, if he is not at his estate, tell his slave, Elvira to give you the package, you're the son of Mr. Caleb A. Housley.” “Thanks father, I will complete the task as soon as possible,” I replied gleefully. After finish my breakfast, and enjoying my parents company, I packed everything in my knapsack for the boys educational school. While heading out on my trail to the city, Prince, the affectionate, burly dog was trotting beside me. As I walked, he followed, like an understanding companion. Prince, a middle-aged…