The sixties for me was a time of stabilizing my personal life. In 1960, I was twenty-eight, newly married, a substitute teacher and looking for a permanent job. But some things happened that were newsworthy and I participated in them. I voted for the first Catholic President and waited on South Main Street in Waterbury at 2:00 AM for his motorcade to arrive. Three years later, I was at Polk School in Watertown along with all Watertown teachers who were gathered in the cafeteria there for an in-service meeting. It was about 1:00 and we were all waiting for the Superintendant to start the meeting. Just before he arrived, the picture of the President fell off the wall and five minutes later, Dr. Briggs announced the assassination of John F. Kennedy in Dallas. A very weird coincidence-or was it?

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