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It was a Sunday afternoon at a Soul Food restaurant up in Harlem. I was just a boy, and we sat around the red checkerboard table having sweet potato pie as my Grandpa spoke of cultural milestones and experiences, good & bad. I just think about how captivated I was listening. I'm proud today, but I can't even begin to know how it must feel for someone who lived through jim crow, the civil rights movement, etc. I really wish my Grandpa was here to see this. My heart smiles knowing that I now have a monumental milestone of my own to tell my children someday.