One event which all of the country knew we would remember forever was the assassination of President Kennedy, 40 years ago. In an Optic feature, “Quote–End Quote all participants provided a precise account of where they were when they heard the news. If reporter David Wesner had asked that question of 500 people, surely they would all have provided not only their location, but their reaction as well.
Watching the Optic carrier slip my newspaper into its plastic tube last night, I got to thinking about the art of delivery back in the olden days.
I’ve already regaled my sons and grandchildren with tales–all of them true–of our five-mile trek to elementary school in deep snow, uphill both ways. What we haven’t done in any detail is paint a realistic picture of being a “Little Merchant” in Las Vegas.
The few inches of snow that blanketed Las Vegas last evening and today have put northern New Mexicans into a euphoric state. Because of the severe drought we’ve been experiencing here and elsewhere, any amount of moisture is welcome. Therefore:
Thumbs up: To Mother Nature.
My innocent world picture dissipated one winter afternoon in 1948 when I heard and read the four-letter Anglo-Saxon word that people shouldn’t use in polite company. It was in fact a multiple-sensory education, as I also saw, for the first time, crude drawings depicting the word in question.