When I was a young child, my father, fresh out of law school, worked as an attorney at the Mayor’s Office in St. Louis, Missouri. Despite only hazy memories of doing so, I would apparently accompany my father when last-minute events, errands, or impromptu meetings arose. A story that I was often told growing up was that I was present when a young minister came to St. Louis to speak about Civil Rights legislation. My father introduced this minister to the  gathered audience with me, he shares proudly, looking on. This young minister was the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. In the years that ensued many followed him, others feared him, but all knew him. Given what I would go on to do throughout my life, this seemed to be what my father often called a foundational story in my journey. And so, here I am today, decades later, telling you how the story is still unfolding.