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.
That’s an extraordinary memory Gee and nicely written. Like you wiped a dirty window and saw into into the past.
Rob:
I really like the way you expressed yourself. Thanks.