I was on the way home, from the Laundromat, in Central Falls, Rhode Island, when my neighbor leaned out her 3rd floor tenement apartment and yelled, "Joan, the President's been shot, in Dallas, TX!" I couldn't believe it. Like everyone else, we were glued to the TV for continuing coverage of all that was happening. I was my church Sabbath School Secretary, for that Sabbath, and I completely revised my report, sharing my views of what had happened.
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