It was today in 1986, that I stood hand in hand with my then-pregnant wife and another woman I had just met, as their other hands were grasping someone else’s hand in a long chain of people on the side of a small road outside of Memphis, Tennessee.
We were participating in an event called Hands Across America. It was an effort to raise funds and awareness about homelessness and hunger.
Success of the event is widely debatable, but the cause was honorable.
I was proud to be “on that road”.