When I was younger, long before we became a bigger-better-faster-more culture, Thanksgiving served as a simple sort of demarcation: the point where autumn was over and the long march to ...
When you attend your birth mother’s 90th birthday party, you realize you are no longer a spring chicken — she’s clearly an old bird as well. Knowing your mother is ...
President John F. Kennedy was assassinated Nov. 22, 1963, in Dallas. The day is seared in the memories of many Americans.
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