The Right to Eat Lunch Wherever You Want

The Right to Eat Lunch Wherever You Want

What better way to start writing again then to drop some knowledge since it’s Black History Month?

In 1960, four black students from North Carolina Agricultural and Technical State University staged a sit-in at the Woolworth’s lunch counter in Greensboro.

Men like this made it possible, through their peaceful demonstrations, for my father to eat a meal in a public place. Wherever he wanted. I thought about that as I called my dad recently to make sure he was someplace safe and warm since a blizzard was hitting Chicago (and everywhere else).

His caller ID let him know I was calling. He didn’t even say hello when he picked up.

Dad: Yes, I do love you.

Me: I love you, too, dad. That’s all I wanted. Bye.

Dad: What?

Me: Ha! I got ya. No, seriously. I’m calling to make sure you are okay in this weather and that you are safe and warm and…

Dad: Hang on a second, love. (He moves the phone around and I can still hear him talking to someone else.) Yeah, I’ll have a polish sausage sandwich with grilled onions and green peppers, fries and a Coke.

Me: Sweet Jesus, daddy. Are you really eating that at your age? You’ll be 75 this year.

Dad: Yes, I can eat anything I damn well please, young lady.

Yes, sir, daddy. You sure can.

Kelly blogs at Mocha Momma.

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