It was one of those moments that I will never forget. I recall exactly where I was and what I was doing when the news reports crackled into the radio of my 1957 Buick.
My good buddy, Eddie Wilson and I were putting school board campaign signs out in yards where they had been requested. I can't remember the name of the candidate my father was supporting, but we were working for him.
I was 18-years-old, a senior in high school about ready to go off to college.
The news bulletin: Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. gunned down and dead in Memphis, Tennessee where he was supporting striking sanitation workers.
Dr. King. . .dead.
April 4, 1968.
I am remembering today.
