Super Bowl Sunday is less than two weeks away. I’m looking forward to the annual get-together in front of the electronic moving-picture machine, all in bright sounds and colors, instant replays and live explanations from the refs.
It was not always thus.
(Published in the Gettysburg Times, 11/22/2013)
Fifty years ago today, Nov. 22, 1963, I was in Chemistry class, a Junior in high school, when we were called to assembly. We filled the bleachers, and our principal told us President John Fitzgerald Kennedy had been killed.
That, we eventually would learn, was only the first of a series of assassinations of national figures.
Continue reading Abraham, Martin and John (and Bobby and George).
