(Sevens, a recurring feature on Aquarium Drunkard, pays tribute to the art of the individual song.)
In 1995, through an unusual series of connections involving Coretta Scott King, my mother and high colonics, I got to attend the Martin Luther King, Jr. Day memorial at Ebenezer Baptist Church, the church where King pastored. It . . .
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