There ain’t no spring chickens up here in the Ninth Decade. Guaranteed: we’re slowing down, and we won’t be along for the next adventure. Let’s take a seat and get out of the way.
& Well, yesterday I was 80. Today I’m 80 plus one, filled with the memory of fine food and drink and felicitations from a flurry of fine friends who dropped by to celebrate the occasion and sent word via ancient means of communication – the mail, the telephone and even a few smoke signals. The nice thing about the modern […]
After a half-century of wondering and a quarter-century of waiting for valid answers, we now have the chance to discover what really happened in Dallas 54 years ago. The President can help. He probably needs a push, from you.