Dr. King makes me smell mint, yes he does. You may call that sick but it’s true. He makes me smell mint. You may even say I’m oblivious, insensitive, politically incorrect. But mint had its way with me on April 4, 1968, that day of days, that sorrow of sorrows. I walked that day on …

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