Read this book and you will agree that if there ever was any One Who Flew Over the Cuckoo s Nest, it had to be Al Dickens the author of this book. Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. Even nature produces the uncommon or the unique at one time or another, like the duckbill platypus. So it is with this book; it is a genuine paradox. It is strange, but true, that this book is filled with sane and sober truths that are presented in a most compassionate manner though at times it may tug at the hemline of our old and ragged ideological garments and worn out customs. Yet, it is never offensive. Uncle Yah Yah, you will agree it was a labor of love.
Al Dickens was born in Winter Haven, Florida. He and his family (mother, father and sister) moved to Newark, New Jersey in the early forties.<br><br>Raised in the streets of Newark’s 2nd and 3rd wards made it almost inevitable that Al would start having serious trouble with the law by the age of 14. Al spent the last 16 years of his life behind bars as a result of two armed robbery convictions. But the prison turned out to be a golden opportunity for Al to get a formal education; and he took full advantage of it. By the time Al completed two years of college, he had co-authored three books and was working on Uncle Yah Yah.<br><br>Al says, “The knowledge, wisdom and understanding of self, society and religion, are the magical potions which transforms your world from a sphere of meaningless conglomerations of people, places and things and changes them into specific categories of elements to be assimilated for strength, or to be opposed for protection. Such a character possessed of this golden elixir is referred to as Omnipresent, or living in-tune with what’s happening now. I know, because I crawled into this prison cell-like cocoon a lowly caterpillar, but I shall emerge a butterfly, dancing about and kissing the pretty flowers in the springtime of my youth. Watch for me.”