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Date: Mon, 22 Nov 1993 06:03:20 -0400 (EDT) From: BMONKMAN@delphi.com To: com-priv@psi.com X-Vms-To: INTERNET"com-priv@psi.com" My apologies to the list, I know this is "off topic" but..... Thirty years ago I was a six year old attending public school in Littleton, Colo. - a Canadian living in the U.S. I attended Cub Scouts, did the YMCA summer camp thing and played Little League Baseball. On this day thirty years ago I feel I was unlike any other American boy - I didn't care at all about politics, but the President, that was something else entirely. I was, and am, proud to be Canadian - but somehow I felt that this country I was living in was different. Because I went through five years of the U.S. educational system I guess in many ways I am just as much an American as I am Canadian. It was around mid-afternoon. Just after recess - the Principal came on the P.A. and called for a school assembly. No one knew what was happening. He got up on the stage and told the assembled school that the President was dead. I don't remember much after that - except that I cried all the way home. My Mother couldn't explain to me "WHY?". I guess I realized at that point that this wonderful world I was growing up in was not as warm and secure as I felt it was. When I look back on all that has happened since - Vietnam, Bobby, Martin, Watergate, Tienamen Square, the Berlin Wall, Russia and our "problems" here in Canada - it sort of makes all this talk on this list seem rather trivial. Again I apologize if this is not the place for a message such as this. It's just that all of my peers up here In Canada don't realyy remember that day. A friend of mine said, "I don't really remember when Kennedy was shot, but I sure remember when I heard Elvis died."
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