Craig Ransom raps on a pretend door. Come in, says Charles Barnes Jr., a large man partial to print shirts. Ransom shuffles in. He leads with a handshake. Brief, but firm. Very good. Don't make that mistake of the unprofessional soul-brother handshake, Barnes will later caution. Barnes sits, but Ransom still stands. He hasn't been asked to take a seat. He addresses this point of etiquette: "May I sit, or do you... More >>>
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By Jennifer Silverberg
Charles Ransom: "Just out of the joint, I would've liked to be in the clubs half the night, but now every weekend it's my time with my daughter, and we can go do things, have fun. I can tell I'm a good influence, and that's good, that makes your child better. And just the fact that I'm there for her Â— because I wasn't there for her for most of her life. She was born while I was in jail."