Forty years ago today I was stage-struck kid performing with the "Ice Capades" in Raleigh, NC when word came mid-show that MLK had been assassinated.  By the time we were doing the finale word came of riots and angry crowds in downtown Raleigh (I'll never the faces of anger and hate as we were spirited out of town by the National Guard).  But by the time we reached the "safety" of our next stop (Kansas City, MO.) cities were ablaze with racial unrest and KC was one of them. It was then that I started to take note of all the things I couldn't do if I were black - like be in the "Ice Capades."  Imagine not being able to fulfill your dream just because of the color of your skin.  I'd never thought like that before those fateful April days of 1968.