Guess Who is Coming to Dinner

No, not Sidney Poitier. On the guest list is Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King, Dana Bruns, Mark Jamison, my brother Fred Gottschalk. We are all in the back yard next to the pool. Fred has a beer in one hand and a spatula in the other. Because I am a poor college student, all I could afford to entertain my guests was hamburgers, potato salad (home made, not that store bought crap), Coca-Cola (I may be poor, but I am not drinking that generic cola. It is nasty.)

I hear the door bell ring so I tell Ms. Betty the house keeper to go let who ever it is in and bring them out back. When she returns, she brings with her Ms. Rosa Parks. She is the last one to arrive 'cause the poor girl has to rely on public transportation.

Me: Rosa! How you doin' girl?




RP: Oh baby, let me tell you it was just hell. I refused to give up my seat and go sit in the back of the bus and all hell broke loose. They'll get over though.





MLK: Ms. Parks, I am so proud that you chose a non-violent means of defiance. That is what I am all about - non-violent expression of protest.




Mark J.: Well, race relations are getting better. We are making progress. We have Jackie Robinson playing for the Brooklyn Dodgers now. Only a few years ago, he would have relegated to the Negro League.





Dana: Excuse me. What is for dessert?



Me: I don't know Dana. This was supposed to be a pot-luck type BBQ. You were supposed to bring dessert. I hope it is something home made and not any of that store bought crap.




Fred: That's OK Dana. I don't eat dessert anyway. Unless you count beer as dessert. Speaking of which, this one is empty. Will someone please bring me a cold beer?





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