What will we tell the children
I remember growing up and standing on the stoop outside my aunt’s house in Brooklyn when the first astronaut landed on the moon. I remember being in our house on Louisiana Avenue when JFK was shot. When MLK was shot. I remember when Bobby Kennedy was shot. I remember living through all of these mile marker events and I also remember sitting in the grass driveway forcing crepe myrtle blooms to decorate my mudpie. Yesterday…