By Tom Quiner It was cold and wet outside. I was excited about the imminent Thanksgiving holiday. But first, one more day of school. I was in fifth grade at Perkins Elementary School in an era when kids still went home for lunch. I raced home with my younger sister for my usual peanut butter…

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The kids gathered in the auditorium after lunch as usual. Frankly, I can’t remember why. And then the room was quickly hushed. We heard the principal, Mr. Pace, over the intercom. He said he had just heard news that President Kennedy had been shot, and that he would keep us posted.

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