45 Years Ago

Bad title, but this is the 45th anniverary of JFK's murder. That many years ago. I was in a typing class when the teacher told us the news that he had been wounded, and then the principal came in and said he had died. In the territory I lived in no one really liked Kennedy, or Bobby especially, but it was a shock that such an event had actually happened. And that afternoon we got our first snow of the season. I remember the sleet and the ice in the middle of all the trauma. And that is my memory of Where Were You When You Heard About It. It snowed in the midwest early this morning, but melted very fast. Just more wind and ice air tonight, and is supposed to get into the high 40s tomorrow. The Iowa Hawkeyes pounded Minnesota into the ground this afternoon 55-0 and won the bronze pig they always play Minn for. Last night I watched a video of Daddy Long Legs--a 1955 cinamascope musical with Astaire and Leslie Caron, which I had never seen before, and was not very good, despite it being a chance to see Fred and Leslie dance, which is always something to behold. And I am now watching a local station late night showing of an episode of Monk, who I have gotten hooked on watching. Not very good stories, but fun to watch Shaloob act. The stock market went up yesterday over 8,000, but layoffs are going on all over the country--including some big business outfits in Des Moines, and a number of people are being laid off by the city. The wife of the Governor was snitched on the other day by someone downtown who saw her smoking in the governor's official car. She has promised to never do it again. One of the problems with Iowa's antismoking law is that it encourages snitching to the Law. HRC is due to become Sec of State. This is going to be all for right now. I want to slide in a late Saturday night video of some movie I will pull off the shelf, and report on it next blogging. You all take care. Di di mau!