Why Am I Not Eleven?

I missed this.  I wish I was eleven and unemployed (labor laws?).  Then, one day, older Thomas could reflect on spending MLK day at a Chocolate Festival.  A veritable Wonka shoppe of chocolate confections, state-mandated to resemble the civil rights leader in various states of disobedience.  Perhaps a stations of the cross for Mr. Dr. King?  All constructed from chocolate, cherry, raspberry – do you see where I’m going? (Hint: He got shot).

Chocolate lovers unite at MOSI’s Festival of Chocolate – St. Petersburg Times.

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