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Remembering Where I Was When . . . On the Anniversary of the Assassination of The Reverend Martin Luther King Jr.

I was born in 1949 on the tail end of the U.S. Post-World War II baby boom. When I was in fourth grade, my family moved from a farm in Berkeley County West Virginia to the spanking new Virginia suburbs of our nation’s capital. Through school field trips and family outings, I became well acquainted with Washington D.C.’s monuments, museums, cherry blossoms, and government buildings. Beginning in middle school, my history and government teachers connected our work to current...