When I decided to quit my job and make my first cross-country trip, I could picture it perfectly: a mix of taking in beautiful mountain and water scenery, visiting monuments and museums, consuming unhealthy and fresh food alike, hiking through our national parks and walking through new cities. Transportation would be in my four-door sedan and accommodations in rented homes and motels. And right there, riding shotgun beside me, would be Reuban, my chocolate lab.
by Dave Farmer I was a senior in high school in Joliet, Ill. when I first heard JFK had been shot. Entering my next class, I saw my classmates standing silently near a radio as the announcement was made that JFK was dead! Several female classmates began sobbing as I fought back tears myself, probably because I had spent 20-30 minutes eating and speaking with JFK during his campaign.
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