I was in eighth grade in Mrs. Bledsoe's Algebra class, 6th period. She told us. We were sent home. The flag was already at half staff in fron of the school. I walked home and my younger sisters were already there. Linda was in my mama's arms, weeping. Being the smart-ass, I made some cruel remark. (I must ask he tomorrow of her recollection of that.) I turned on the television and watched all I could for the next four days. I was just beginning be become interested in our government. In fact, we had Civics class, which was my...