I type myself a letter…

When I moved to my new house…. I did not notice the Confederate flag on display across the street from me and I don’t care.  I learned long ago that what is in a person’s heart is not reflected in a flag they show.  51 years ago I learned that some of the most open/honest and dependable friends I gained were more accepting of a person of color than those who grew up North.

If I expect people to judge me by my character…. I have to be willing to do the same.

1917 Woodstock
1917 Woodstock

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