When I was a child growing up nearly 60 years ago, lightning bugs or “fireflies” filled the summer night skies.
On an October afternoon in 1964, I sat impatiently in the back of Mrs. Evans’ 7th grade history class at Frayser Junior High School. I had the small plastic earpiece of my Japanese transistor radio in my right ear so I could listen to the 5th game of the World Series between the evil New York Yankees and my beloved St. Louis Cardinals.
Last Saturday, I celebrated (sic) my 65th birthday. My present was a Medicare card. Yes, it’s happy Medicare for me!
Now that the Federal government has issued me a Medicare card, it’s official: I’m an old geezer.
JUNE 8, WASHINGTON, D.C.—Today is National Seersucker Day, and I’m celebrating it in the United States Capitol with Senator Bill Cassidy of Louisiana, Senator Dianne Feinstein of California, and many other well-dressed Senators participating in “Seersucker Thursday.”
This coming Monday, Memorial Day, marks the 100th anniversary of the birth of our 35th President, John Fitzgerald Kennedy.
Like almost every American over the age of 60, I can tell you precisely where I was on Friday afternoon, November 22, 1963, when I heard the news that President Kennedy had been assassinated.