Sarah Stringer, oh how my heart aches for you.
As far as I know, we have never met. I arrived on the campus of Tuskegee Institute, August 20, 1970. You were beginning your second year of employment. A year later I would meet your cousin Jackie Stringer. Jackie was a roommate of a young lady from Fairfield, Alabama that I would visit from time to time. I met your brother, a year or two ago. We sat next to each other at the funeral services for Jim Flournoy, who bled crimson and gold like you and I bleed it today.