Sad Day

47 years ago November 22 was a sad day for me and the whole world. Time seemed to stop. It was not real. Three days of news reels and tears. Lee Harvey Oswald shot in front of our eyes and then Jack Ruby. So much speculation. One shooter or more. Did Johnson have something to do with it. Can we trust him to be president. I was 21 years old and had voted in my first presidential election. Mr. Kennedy was special. His family was special. How could this happen? I remember as though it was yesterday. Dressed in a gray dress, it was about 1:00 in the offices of Blue Cross of Oregon in Portland, I had just returned from lunch. The announcement came from the administrator's office and quickly circulated throughout the 4th floor. It was so quiet. No one spoke, we were all stunned. The entire building closed immediately. My girlfriend and I drove to her parent's house where we remained clued to the black and white television for those long tearful 3 days. John John's salute brought the only smile through the tears. It seems as though our political system began a slow decline from that time on.

It's about time

Yes, it is about time I again use this media means to communicate with friends and family. Trying to get my mind around all the different tools available to us today is mind-boggling. Friday was a day of mixed emotions. Good friends arrived from Washington State to visit, such a blessing. but Carin Kelly and the kids plus rats and dogs began driving the many miles from Phoenix to Williston, North Dakota. I will miss them but so grateful that they will again be a family together. Waiting patiently for Carin to call, most likely will text, telling me they arrived safely. Snow has been predicted for much of Montana and the Dakotas so prayers have been surrounding them asking for safe travel. Phil and Sharon, friends from Washington, have worked in agriculture with me and we are still all very interested in crops and harvesting. Friday, on our way to Tucson, we stopped a few miles from Maricopa to watch cotton being harvested and prepared for the gin mill. Of course my first thought was perhaps there will be Gin & Tonic tasting. Nooo, seems this cotton is baled and made ready to ship. One other interesting feature is the seeds that are removed from the cotton are ground and used for cattle feed. I took lots of pictures with my phone thinking I could load them to the computer but no luck. The little gadget that holds the card from the phone will not fit in my PC. As Gilda Radner would say, "It's always something."