today, I was getting on the bus after school.
Our bus driver, Oscar, always had a little transistor radio stuck on his side window, probably so he wouldn't have to hear the rowdy bunch of animals he was transporting.
As we got on the bus, he was telling us that the president had been shot, & was most likely killed.
You coulda heard a pin drop- even among the boisterous bunch of middle-schoolers.
This was unheard of in modern society; violence like that only happened in the 1800's, didn't it?
I grew up a little more that day.
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