TechNeilogy

I hope to resume blogging in the very near future.  But for now, I'll just break the silence with a poem I wrote of my memories of this day 50 years ago:

Motorcade

When we pulled up to the house

In our new Corvair, 1963

My aunt burst through the door

And ran down the walk screaming

“The President has been shot!”

She sobbed

“They’ve killed the President.”

My father never liked

To listen to the radio

In the car

I didn’t understand

Five years old

I thought it was a movie

It took me years

To digest that moment

Life magazine

Stars and Stripes

Jackie in black and

John-John saluting

How difficult for my parents

Transferred overseas (Army)

The missile crisis barely over

Now this

When the plane took off

Two days later

It could still have been

"The Russians"

For all anyone knew

The next year

I wanted my parents

To vote for Goldwater

Because I liked the name

Back in America

I had a friend

Who idolized JFK

And Lincoln

Later still

There were bronze busts of JFK

In the art pavilion

At the state fair

But when I think of that day

In my mind’s eye

As we pull to the curb

At my aunt’s house

We're not in the Corvair

We're in the convertible

-- Neil