November 22

I had forgotten the date. When Nov. 22 rolls around, I always flash back to the fifth grade and 1963. I'm in my classroom, seated at my desk as usual, but we've all stopped working. We're puzzled, anxious, worried. My rock-like teacher, Mrs. Smith, is in the hallway speaking softly to another ... Continue reading

Echoes

Last night, I watched some of CSPAN's coverage of the Reagan memorial, and I heard echoes from 1963. Many of you are too young to remember the assassination of John F Kennedy, but most of us who do remember it vividly. The same caisson that bore President Ronald W Reagan's body down the streets ... Continue reading