One of the things to come out of the Atlanta trip was my baptism.
This may seem strange to some of the family since mommy and
daddy aren't terribly religious - except of course when daddy's on
the Robitussin. We went to the tomb of Dr. Martin Luther King -
not to be confused with Dr. Scholl's - and daddy dipped me into
the reflecting pool. Nobody's head spun around and no chickens were
slaughtered when mommy and daddy repeated my name and the
importance of the great Dr. King and the difference that one
person can make. On the trip home mommy said she would take
me with her when she votes for Barack Obama. There's supposed
to be a connection but I'm still to young to get it. Oh well, at least
I got my feet wet.
Cora Elizabeth
August 30, 2008
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