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  • I love Colorado, don't get me wrong, but my southern roots have yet to really dig in here. I still can't get used to the fact that the people behind the desks on the morning news are all white, and I'm starting to forget how natural it felt to laugh with random strangers at Five Points, while we waited for the next train to come. But today, more than anything, I dearly miss hearing the occasional shout of pride from a student, or fast food worker, or bum - from anyone - on MLK Day.

    We didn't get the day off today. We worked as if it were any other. - BUT - Randy and I came up with a new tradition. Milk on MLK day! We hit up the local Dairy Queen in celebration. I should have gotten the Georgia Mud Fudge Blizzard, but opted instead for a simple, and perfect hot fudge sundae. Mmm...

    So how about you? Got MLK?
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