I’m a little fuzzy on the exact time, but it was around now, 56 years ago, I walked into class late from recess. There was, what I know know to have been, a pall over the room. Lot’s of confused faces and some crying. The teacher had to inform this little wise cracker that the president had been shot, right over in Dallas. It was the strangest feeling. So apart from the mood of the rest of the room. Like standing in a pool of warm water, and not feeling wet.

Oh, hello everyone.