REMEMBRANCE OF BAD TIMES

 Yes, Fiorella is crying buckets....a lot about the anniversary's of John Kennedy's death and a little about the loss of Sears. Your college girl, who was working part-time at the retail giant at the time, had been granted an early time off to join her husband's high-class family at the dinner being given for the President and, of course, Lyndon Johnson, who owned the radio station that Husband's father worked for and everyone in the town, city, round-about listened to.

Every one in Sears was all excited two, and one of the TVs (for sale) from downstairs had been  lugged upstairs so the more elite upstairs crew could see the President of the United States gliding down the street in a topless limousine, but, as Fio remembers, all we saw was a car swarming with policemen.

The President of the United States had been killed before Fiorella  had a chance to sit at the table near him or even shake his hand, and your girl will never forget the scene. 

 

Later, of course, I did get to shake President Johnson's hand and even Ladybird's, but I can't remember the situation.

That's all for today......