I was fortunate enough to have a stay at home mom during my formative years, my mom talked to me like an adult so I was talking around 10-11 months old (some may say I haven’t stopped since). This is significant because my first real and vivid memory was 50 years ago today, mom was in the kitchen preparing lunch, I was in my usual spot in front of the TV (black and white) watching Bozo Circus when it was abruptly interrupted by the news that John F. Kennedy had been shot. I walked into the kitchen that day and said, “mommy they shot the president”. The rest is a bit of a blur, I don’t think we ate lunch that day…
