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One Sunday afternoon in October 2007, I got a call on my cell phone from an unfamiliar number. It was the 615 area code, so I knew it was from someone around Nashville. On the other end was Will D. Campbell. He's friends with my Uncle Steve, and I had sent him a copy of an article I had written about a rally in Jena, Louisiana. It was an unexpected conversation and a great one. We talked for about an hour, and he told me that I needed to put together a book. (And I'm still working on it.) But aside from going to college in Pineville and standing beside Elizabeth Eckford while she tried to go to school at Little Rock Central High School in 1957, here's another reason I respect and admire Brother Will.

Here's where he was on April 4, 1968, the day Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated.