Next Sunday, it will be forty-eight years to the day, that an eight-year-old boy in Washington D. C. saw all these people walking. They were all going somewhere - where he didn't know, nor why - but he thought since they were going, he should go too. So he followed them. The where they were going was the Lincoln Memorial, the why of course was the occasion of Martin Luther King's I Have A Dream speech.

As he listened to Dr. King, the young boy resolved that day to make something of himself. He did, and kept his promise at The Ohio State University. In Stories of the Shoe, you will read who that boy was, and what he accomplished, and how his life's work today is in the spirit of Dr. King's speech.

Next Sunday, on the 48th anniversary of that speech, the Martin Luther King Memorial will be fittingly dedicated between the Lincoln Memorial, and the Jefferson Memorial. That boy, now a man of course, still lives in Washington D.C. At 11 AM, I will be watching the dedication ceremonies on TV, wondering if he will be among the faces in the crowd. More than likely, he will be there.