So there I was, the token white kid standing on a stage somewhere in Detroit (you all knew I grew up in Detroit, right?) meeting Rosa Parks, this huge person of legend. She was a sweet little old lady. It was my only real brush with fame and it meant a lot to me. Not only because she was famous, but because I knew and understood why she was famous.
And so I give tribute to Rosa Parks, who quietly started the civil rights movement. May the Gods guide you into you new life.