FORTY FIFTH ANNIVERSARY

Friday, November 22, 1963 was the day that changed the world. The JFK assassination was the single moment that made the sixties the sixties. Uncle Frankie's been very sick lately with a flu or something. He didn't even bother to show up at the big game last night, so that's how we know he's not feeling even the least bit well these days. Lately I've been watching, for a few minutes at a time every once in a while, the show "Scrubs". Other than the looker from "The Drew Carey Show", there's nobody else on it I can even try to recognize. So far it seems like a pretty neat show. I don't have to lector this weekend & there's nothing much of anything else going on so far either. Things are bound to be pretty quiet & uneventful. The temperature when I first went out this morning was only in the twenties. Once again, the windshield cover came to the rescue. The kids in the library are watching a movie today so there's a bit of a crowd.