I was six years old, a student in Mrs. Johnson’s first grade class, attending school at Mount Pleasant Elementary in Easton, Maryland. I will never forget the day of the assassination. I will never forget the news coverage. At that time you could trust the press, they had integrity, or did they? I wonder what the truth really is concerning JFK’s death. Did he die because he spoke the truth and became an inconvenience to unseen powers? I don’t know…will probably not know until I reach heaven. In the meantime, I will go on living the best life I can, trying to preserve as much good as I’m able…and that’s my theme for the coming year. I’ll write a bit more about that tomorrow.