The mid 60's were hard times. A strange era. I was born here and was reared with some racial prejudice. However, I must have had a vitamin deficiency or something wrong with me. I just never saw things the way of my peers.

In Nov. 63, I was in my 6th grade classroom when it was announced over the intercom that Kennedy was dead. Everyone in my room actually cheered...except for me. I cried...for the loss of life, for the shocking applause of my class mates, for the loss of innocence.

To me, that was the day the music died. Bitter reality invaded my childhood, and showed me that there were dark clouds lurking behind my blue skies.

Those times were hard on all. Change has occured. Some good, some bad. But, at least, it is different now.

khandu