A moment in American History: This Day On...

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© Stephen Bess 2006
April 5, 1951 - Washington, D.C. Municipal Court of Appeals outlawed segregation in restaurants.
I'm happy that our forefathers and foremothers paved the way because I really love the spinach dip with bow tie pasta at Copeland's. Yum! :)

Comments

Stephen A. Bess said…
T. Stephens-
Ahh! I always get this whenever I visit Copelands. It's so delicious! I can't eat it too often though because they'll start calling me "Big Boy." :)
Wednesday, April 05, 2006 11:25:00 AM
the prisoner's wife said…
why am i just transfixed by the food? lol. this Special K i'm eating ain't got no soul.


oh..and big ups for educating the masses!
(still hungry)

lol.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006 12:33:00 PM
Stephen A. Bess said…
Haa haa! :)Special K, huh. It's better for you. lol

Yes, I try to educate/learn as often as I can. I'm hungry too, but I'm about to go to lunch.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006 12:59:00 PM
Rose DesRochers said…
One blogger missing in action. I have not heard boo from you in a long time. Is everything ok? :(
Wednesday, April 05, 2006 1:20:00 PM
Stunuh Jay said…
It's thoroughly possible that I view the world through pink tinted glasses, and forget that things have not always been so rosy for anyone with a sun kissed complexion (and we're not talking about rent a tan or wanna look like a human sausage!)
Thanks for reminding me that sometimes, even in the little things, we have to give thanks, for we stand upon the shoulders of giants
Wednesday, April 05, 2006 1:38:00 PM
Stephen A. Bess said…
rose-
I know, I'm sorry. We've both been MIA. Please, no sad face. :)I'll come by and say hi.

stunuh Jay-
Wow! I love the way you put that. Thank you!
Wednesday, April 05, 2006 2:12:00 PM
Rose said…
I love spinach dip too.
Thursday, April 06, 2006 1:51:00 AM
Brea said…
I seem to be fixated on the food too. But great reminder.
Thursday, April 06, 2006 3:02:00 AM
NML/Natalie said…
It's great that you remember and acknowledge these very important days.
Thursday, April 06, 2006 7:33:00 AM
Stephen A. Bess said…
s berries-
Oh...it's so good! Go! Go!

rose-
I get it everytime I go for appetizer.

brea-
You're welcome. :)

nml-
I aim to pleeze. :)
Thursday, April 06, 2006 8:36:00 AM
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