




All the pictures are Mervi's.
As Mervi passes this way, is just a way for Mervi to express his thoughts. Some religious, some political and others just a thought about this thing we call life.
As I was riding into Porterville this morning on the radio I heard this comment by a friend of Dr. King’s, sorry I did not get his name. “You may kill the dreamer, but the dream still lives on.”
I am of the deep personal option that this one mans dreaming has change our nation, for the better. Your personal feelings about Dr. King and his lifes mission, matters little, we, as a nation lost a great dreamer that day in Memphis.
My family and I lived in Memphis for about four years. I did take my two sons to the Lorraine Motel. I did the best I could to give meaning for what had happened at this site to a six and four year old. Even to this day, forty years latter, we still speak of that day as we stood in the parking lot and looked up at a balcony. Of what that day and that one man’s life meant to our lives and to our nation.
Mervi