Martin Luther King and Hobie
I know nobody much cares but I remember the day that Martin Luther King was killed. I was 12, I had a fever of 104 degrees and I attended my confirmation service. My Godmother came all the way from Wilmington, DE and was there when we got home at about 11 PM to see the news on TV. It kind of hit us all in the gut. I may no longer be an Episcopalian but I still try to live up to his expression of Christ's ideal, to judge a person by the content of their character.
