Thirty-one years ago, Rev. Jesse Jackson told Washington Post writer Roxanne Roberts, “As you grow older, you somehow know you have more yesterdays than tomorrows, so time becomes more precious, and you try to get the maximum impact for the energy put forward. I feel there are still more mountains to scale. And I have mountain-climbing energy.”
I don’t remember who, or what organization initiated the call for art, to commemorate his 50th birthday, but I was happy to answer.
I don’t know where the painting may be now, but my parents wanted to see it before I dropped it off, so I drove to their house.
As I was exiting the garage, I heard the kitchen door slam. My Dad was following me outside. He had his trusty camera.
“Wait. Let me get a picture of it. I know you didn’t take one… Is your name on it? I didn’t see your name. Always put your name on your work.”
He was right. I hadn’t taken a picture. (I smiled this morning when, while looking for something else, I ran across the photo he’d taken.) I told him I’d discretely written my name along the purple ribbon. “Oh. Okay. I see it”, he said.
It was an honor.
Happy 81st Birthday, Rev. Jackson.
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