Hopscotch...This is what I was doing when I heard a woman named Mrs. Swan coming up the street screaming Dr. King they killed him they killed him he is dead. A day I would never forget. I lived less than 3 miles from the Loraine Motel at that time.
Some of my best times in the last 2 years, since I have had a clothes line, have been hanging out the wash. Seeing the sky and the creek, hearing the kingfishers call, feeling the breeze on my face, smelling the salt air and tasting the goodness of God.