Martin Luther King Day

I remember the spring of 1968 so well, because that was the year I graduated from high school. Idealistic and mature for my age, I was headed to the University of Wisconsin. My guidance counselor and father figure had suggested it. His daughter had graduated from there. He was a retired farmer and the father of 5. At least 2 of his children had gone to Hope College in Michigan. He was great to me and I went to his office when I needed to talk, which was often.

First King, then Bobby. Anyone here seen my old friend Martin?