I had a dream.
I wrote my last post, about MLK’s Letter from Birmingham Jail and a wrongly imprisoned former client whose freedom hangs in the balance pending the pronouncement of five fallible men in Indianapolis, very early this morning before going to sleep for the night. I dreamed, vividly, that they had set him free. I was crest-fallen when I woke up and realized it was “just a dream.”
Even so, I still have a dream.