50 Years Ago, City On Fire

                                                                                                                                                              
I was at work in Chicago when shots were fired in Memphis.                                                                                        I had no idea that shortly thereafter, cities would also be on fire.
It was close to quitting time when my boss said to me, "He's dead!".                                                                                  I do not remember my reply, but no doubt confusion filled my head.                                                                  

So I boarded a city bus for home from 'The Loop' to the Westside.                                                                                But before I made it home, the flames had already lit up the night sky.
I have had many a peaceful dream as well as some horrific nightmares.                                                                            This was clearly not a dream but a living front-roe-seat nightmare.                                                                    
From the streetcar, I could see mayhem and a city out of control.                                                                                 Aghast, bewildered, filled with disbelief, eye to eye with hopelessness.
There had been progress, but the wilderness wandering would continue.                                                                 

A young man of 18, I was both sad for Dr. King and shocked for America.
Massive violence had erupted upon the violent death of a non-violent man.                                                        Irony defied imagination as logic, reason, and sanity bowed to emotion and passion.
                                                                                                          Presently, as I write this on the west coast, it's 5:30 PM in Chicago, just about the time that I received the news 50 years ago. 50 years ago today, the voice of 'The Dreamer' was silenced, giving way to the alarming siren sounds of fire trucks and police cars. 
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