Specifically to Austin, Texas.
We had picked Austin because once, on an earlier trip to visit the BRD in Tulsa, Oklahoma, we had stopped in Austin to see if we could buy a Sunday New York Times (NYT) anywhere.
Much to my amazement, they were sold from a dedicated box on the street!
I said to Judy, "If we ever move back to the States, we're moving to Austin where you can buy the New York Times from a newspaper box."
And so a couple of years later the time had come.
We had friends we had made in our Mexican sojourn living in Austin then and I called them for directions on how to get to their place.
Jordy (an abbreviation for his given name of Jordan) told me, "Come up I-35 and get off at the M.L.K."
"The WHAT?"
Jordy chuckled and said to exit at Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard and added "that's what everyone calls it, the M.L.K."
Well time moves on along.
Jordy is gone now and we long ago moved away from Austin and back to our beloved Arizona.
I get the Sunday New York Times delivered to my driveway now.
And I've become used to hearing Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. called M.L.K.
It's his day today.
