It was a typical, crisp autumn day in New England. I was a 13-year-old boy in eighth grade. Little did I know the most memorable days of my life were about to occur. It was Friday, November 22, 1963....MORE…
It was a typical, crisp autumn day in New England. I was a 13-year-old boy in eighth grade. Little did I know the most memorable days of my life were about to occur. It was Friday, November 22, 1963....MORE…
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