Vol. 14 No. 12
June 17, 2019
A Lifetime of Achievement
Our Stories
Columns & Features
by Heidi M. Pascual
The Naked
by Jamala Rogers
Editor's Corner
by Jonathan Gramling      
A Fast-Paced Life
So I think my reality and body have been developed to sustain that kind of lifestyle well past the time when I thought I would be slowing down. And I am very
grateful to still be able to do everything that I do.

When I got done with the last issue of The Capital City Hues, our graduation issue, less than two weeks ago, I was vanquished. I felt like I left everything on the field
of play and then felt totally spent. And yet, I had three sets of financial statements to complete for the neighborhood centers I work with so that they can get
reimbursed by the city of Madison — got to keep that money supply flowing — as well as meet with a friend to walk him through payroll taxes for the bar he
purchased last summer and then there was Juneteenth.

For the past 14-15 years, I have been the treasurer for Kujichagulia-Madison Center for Self-Determination. Kujichagulia was set up when Mona Adams Winston and
Annie Weatherby-Flowers wanted to make the Juneteenth Day celebration independent. So they brought me in to do the financial and other things and the three of us
founded Kujichagulia. Since Mona left for Mississippi, the Kujichagulia board has consisted of Annie, Jacquelyn Hunt and myself.

Just as I got out of The Hues graduation mode, my responsibilities for Juneteenth — which was held on June 15th — started to heat up. Now Annie and the
committee do the lion’s share of the work, but doing the finances is important and you have to stay on top of things while Annie is going a million miles a minute
with her vision of how Juneteenth would unfold this year. Somehow Annie has kept Juneteenth going for 30 years now. Both she and Mona deserve kudos for the
cultural impact that they have had on Madison.

Going into the weekend, I had to complete some financials, work at Juneteenth all day on Saturday and then turn around and complete this issue of The Hues by 2:30
p.m. today. Praise the Lord, it looks like I’m going to make it. --
I have lived a pretty fast-paced life, with some exceptions, since I woke up six mornings a week around 4:30 a.m. to deliver the old
Milwaukee Sentinel. It involved riding a bike for six miles — when I hadn’t begged my wonderful father to drive me and my brother Tim
around — every day, catching a nap and then attending school all day, playing after school and squeezing in some studying before watching
some TV and hitting the hay.
I was out at lunch with a friend at The Bayou restaurant on Atlas Avenue, which has excellent Cajun
and Creole food at a reasonable price, by the way. We were noting our ages and when I said that I was
approaching 67 years, he said I had a young face and wouldn’t have guessed my age.