Dear Ms. Lunelle,
On the morning of September 5, 2024, I was having a wonderful time with the Southern Cross in hand, waiving it while confabulating with the many who crossed the bridge or passed beneath, who also waved, calling out my name, with the Rebel Yell thrown into, to boot.
I noticed a car pull up behind where I parked with what looked like Pennsylvania tags.
Two middle-aged men climbed out and headed towards me.
“Excuse us, but we were curious to know why a Colored boy would be standing here on this Bridge brandishing that flag? Aren't you afraid that one of the Coloreds might come here and do you bodily harm for this despicable display? You’ve not dressed or look like a vagrant of sorts.”
Just about that time, a fairly long line of cars would pass with everyone calling out my name or shouting out or singing the Rebel Yell. Before I could comment two young girls would pass shouting out "Mr. HK! "
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