The past two summers, I have been lucky and have been able to bookend Martin's life.
On my 2012 summer trip, with my niece Allison, we stopped in Atlanta and visited the National Park site that is Martin's childhood home, the place he was born. I was overwhelmed with knowing who this man would grow up to be and the fact that I was walking in places he had walked...(I just checked and it doesn't seem as if I blogged about it then) There were no pictures allowed in the house.
The site includes his childhood home, plus the MLK center, which is down the street. You can also visit the church where he was baptized and became a co-pastor.
The last place you can visit is his grave. Coretta is also buried with him.
So I bookended my last two summers with the birth and death of Martin Luther King Jr. A great man, who died too soon.