This holiday weekend always brings me back to my childhood—when we would caravan with two other neighbor families to a cabin on Love Lake for a long weekend. It was sheer childhood magic. Six kids under one roof, several birthday celebrations, pancake assembly lines and Murphy beds that tucked into the wall. These visits included jumps into the frozen lake, ice skating time trials, icy moonlit walks, and ghost stories by the fire (The Cremation of Sam McGee, every year!).
This is a stark contrast to the way I have had the honor of observing this holiday in the years since then—both equally good.
It’s a little-known fact that Denver hosts the largest Martin Luther King Day parade (‘Marade’) in the country. It is a mix of drum lines, students, choirs, clergy, scout troops, politicians, churches, Black Lives Matter advocates, peace pilgrims and spectators. There are calls for reform as well as a birthday song for MLK. It is diverse, celebratory, sometimes angry, always thought-provoking.
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