So with the 50th anniversary of the assignation of JFK approaching it's been interesting reflecting on the day. I was in 7th grade at North Junior High in Brighton Colorado- Mr. Stillwells American History class. They were remodeling the cafeteria so to eat lunch we all had to march 2 blocks to the High School. As usual the local motorcycle cop was running traffic guard but this day he was clearly distraught and plainly had tears on his cheeks. Once we got to the High School- it was mayhem. Stunned silence mixed with tears and anger. The Principal and a couple of teachers rolled in TV sets to the cafeteria and we all sat on the floors watching as the events unfolded. Remember it like it was yesterday.
So why can't I remember what I had for breakfast regards