About this time of the morning, in 1963, John F Kennedy was shot and assassinated in his motorcade on the streets of Dallas TX by a lone assailant, Lee Harvey Oswald. I was in junior high math class, taught by Richard Kekovich when the news was announced. School was quickly dismissed and we all walked home. This was one of the most life changing events for me and others. We all went home to our families watching the news on our black and white televisions sets. It was the first time I ever saw Walter Cronkite lose his composure on air. As of today, this has become a mere footnote in our past. Younger generations know little of this event other than the single line in a modern American history book.
During that era, we got shots and TB tests at school, administered by the school nurse. This was a needle placed under the skin and stuff was shot in to be reviewed in two days. If the area was red, you tested positive for the disease or at lease exposure. I did not test positive. In today's world, could you imagine schools injecting students? In the sixties, it was commonplace and was not questioned.
My seventh grade homeroom teacher was a big burly guy, Mr. George Depillo. This guy had forearms the size of ball bats and was a former minor league baseball player. Mr. Depillo took the needle and whimpered in front of the class to the delight of the students watching. He was a good teacher that went on to become a school district superintendent.
It's a sunny cool day and the day after Andrew's 45th birthday which we will be celebrating.
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