There is probably no event in recent history that has riveted people as much as the assassination of President John F. Kennedy on Nov. 22, 1963. The president was killed while on a motorcade in downtown Dallas.
During a pre-teen growth spurt, I told my mother that my blanket no longer covered my toes. She asked, “What about your shoulders and neck?” “No problem there, Mom.”
So she set out to correct the problem by saying she’d cut a foot off the top of the blanket and sew it to the bottom.
Departing from my up-at-the-crack-of-noon regimen, I made it to work one day last week before 8. Since the time I chose was unusual, I was surprised to see dozens and dozens of cars converging where the main road to Luna (Maximiliano) meets Hot Springs, and (sort of) meets a road that became quite popular once it got paved.
There’s a man in Hindustan, or maybe it was Iowa, who claims to have participated in a Monopoly game that ended. If he’s telling the truth, he’s part of a rare crowd.