Instead of tormenting you with updates about the Donald, I’m going to take you back to a man we both loved, even if we were never together to celebrate his time as president. But on this day, you always joined me to remember him, offer a toast to him.
Here’s what happened on November 22, 1963- John F. Kennedy was assassinated.
I sat in the Earth Science class as a 9th grader, dreading the quiz we were scheduled to take. I dreaded everything about that class. My teacher was terrible and kept the study of earth science a mystery to me and most of my class. But on this day, as he prepared to hand out yet another quiz we heard the crackle of the PA as it was turned on. No voice from the principal, just a news bulletin that JFK had been shot and there was no news yet as to his condition.
“Okay, we don’t know what’s happened, so get to the test!”
No one moved. No one picked up a pencil. We just sat, stunned.
Then we heard the toll of nearby church bells.
Silence. Sobbing. Wailing. Tears.
“He’s gone. Back to the test!”
No one moved.
The principal’s voice: “We have lost our president. We are dismissing you now. Leave your classes, get your things from your lockers and head home to be with you families. We pray for JFK.”
We all got up, ignoring the insensitive teacher in front of us. We moved out of his classroom and headed home.
My first president who spoke to me was gone. I have never let this day go by without a moment reserved just for him.
And then I met James Coleman at a theater conference at my alma mater one summer. We discovered early on that we were the same age, but he was born on November 22, 1949. So on the November 22 I have been able to honor JFK and celebrate James Coleman.
PS. Loved my time in Atlanta at the NWP annual meeting a meet up with some great slicers!