Let me catch you up on how we got here.
So, a couple of nights ago we were awoken in the middle of the night by noises coming from inside our wall and the kitchen. In the morning we found oranges that had been partially eaten. It did not take a Super Genius to figure out that it was either a mouse or rat.
The pandemic generated a deep passion inside of me to unearth some greatness in the midst of our collective storm. A Claremont resident since 2012 with future aspirations of running for Claremont City Council, I am a wife, mother of two beautiful children in Claremont schools, a managing partner of my Claremont-based law firm, Blasser Law, and a law professor.
I wonder why so many of us are averse to being seen as ordinary, common, run-of-the-mill, regular Joes? At best these days those descriptors seem like back-handed compliments. He is predictable, leaves something to be desired, like excitement. Being average looking isn’t going to get you on The Bachelor. We live for excitement, the spectacular, the newsworthy, the adrenaline high.
Political partisanships, climate change, mass extinction, and the current pandemic are negative manifestations of the illusion of separateness. Everything affects everything. What the world needs now, is love and compassion. We need to discard the illusion of separateness and work together to save our world. The weary world is ready for some tenderness and care.
As I sit in my house this warm evening, I think of what I have traditionally done at the beginning of the new year. Normally, I begin to make plans for spring/summer travel. I choose where I will go and then begin research on the choice of plane travel. This year I would choose to go to visit my dear friend and travel companion Frances in London where we would visit our (my) haunts of flea markets full of treasures to bring home and turn into my own individual art forms.
I don’t know if it was just me, but it seems as though Martin Luther King Day was surrounded by so many life changing events, it barely gave anyone time to think about the contributions he made during a day set aside for his memory.
So we went to the COURIER archives to look for the first edition published after MLK’s assassination. It just so happened that two days after MLK’s death on April 4, 1968, the COURIER published its regular Saturday edition.