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
A drive thru the late spring woods.
The woods, dirt roads, the sweet fragrance of fresh earth, the late spring suns' warming rays thru the canopy of green, sounds too goo...
