As my frozen fingers fumbled with the Metro Ticket machine, the big man with the gentle voice emerged from his warm kiosk to help the obvious stranger. "You're a teacher, aren't you sir." "Yes, (sir), I am." "I sure have a lot of respect for folks that do what you do. Takin' those kids to the Inauguration . . . It's important to be part of history. In 1963, when I was their age, my father was a civil rights worker. He would go away to Alabama and Mississippi and Georgia, and we would wonder if he was gonna come home alive. When Dr. King came to speak in Washington, my father took me, and I will never forget it . . . ."