I think it was a Friday, about 2:30 PM, I was sitting in the school Library, just looking out the window. There were several other people around the table, some were studying, some reading. Their faces at the moment that the Principal's voice came over the loudspeaker and announced that the President had been shot during a motorcade in Dallas, Texas; will forever be etched in my mind.
11/22/63
November memorys
A few days ago my son brought me a poem carefully copied down for me many years ago. Written on the sort of tablet paper used in those days,...
