"Being a Negro in America means trying to smile when you want to cry. It means trying to hold on to physical life amid psychological death. It means the pain of watching your children grow up with clouds of inferiority in their mental skies. It means having their legs off, and then being condemned for being a cripple." Where Do We Go From Here 1967.
Monday was a day like any other, except for one thing, we knew that there was going to be some serious snow falling tonight eventing in the longest snow day ever consisting nothing but jokes and funny business. But we're just talking about Monday. So everyone went on with their day and it was a nice feel off day, until sports that is, of wait there were no sports so we went home early awesome. One of the more chilled days that I've ever had, I'll tell you that. Nothing but comfortable.