I need to find a way to escape, to get lost, to lose my way, to forget ( Read more... )

Letter from Marina Oswald Porter to AARB, 1996

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S.M. Holland tells Mark Lane from which direction he thought the shots came:

Chet Huntley weighs in:

Nelson Delgado, a friend of Oswald's while serving in the Marines, talks about Oswald's marksmanship during his years in the service:

Don't know if you'll be as interested in this as I was, but what the hey ( Read more... )

Grandpa's still in the hospital. Need to go tomorrow after work and see him ( Read more... )

I have on the Academy Awards, but I'm not watching them. Listening to the iPod and doing research online--besides writing this, of course. Not interested in any of the nominees this year and actually haven't seen any of the movies. I'm not much of a movie goer, probably because I balk at paying around $9 to be entertained by a (usually) mediocre ( Read more... )

Today was my uncle's funeral ( Read more... )

My great-uncle, my grandpa's brother, is dying. He's in the hospital's telemetry unit right now dying of stomach cancer ( Read more... )

Words adapated from a traditional song
by Rabbie Burns (1759-96)Should auld acquaintance be forgot ( Read more... )

When I was little, we lived in North Chicago, Illinois. My mom was the manager of the apartments where we lived. She drove a blue Ford Fairmount. My youngest aunt, who is twelve years older than me, used to visit during the summers. I don't remember this, but there's a picture of us sitting on the front stoop. Well, she's sitting blowing ( Read more... )