Five Parades.

I am at Ralph’s-on-the-Park. A lady who lives in Mississippi, with whom I apparently shared a conversation a few years ago, has just told me that I am an excellent conversationalist. I will let you be the judge of that.

I was just settling down to write this when I heard over my shoulder, “Mr. King?” It was this lady from Mississippi. She is from Picayune, of all places. She reminded me of the whole story. I have had a million small conversations between then and now. Conversation is an art form. Practice makes perfect.

I want to tell you about these five parades.