Yesterday, on Martin Luther King, Jr Day, I stood at the same pulpit in the American Church in Paris where the spokesperson for Negro freedom gave his first speech after receiving the Nobel Peace Prize in 1964 (He was on a stopover on the way home from Oslo).

To an audience of two obliging friends (!),I shared my dream.  Well, I tried.  Since I constantly think about strengthening families, I expected my dream to flow forth.  Confession:  I was no good scout and came unprepared!