I remember the day, I was in the fourth grade as we were called back into the classroom from lunch at St. Rita school uptown. We were sitting in the classroom and there was a PA at the front of the classroom, the principal announced JFK’s assassination. That weekend, we stayed at our house on the Tangipahoa River. I sleep with my unloaded 22 rifle in my bed out of fear of a possible gunman. J...
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