Sometimes in life there seems to be a thread hooking all the twists and turns together that causes a person to end up at a particular place at a given time. Maybe that’s how I ended up in a TV lounge at Naval Air Station in Brunswick, ME, on Oct 22, 1962, and in Dallas on Nov 22, 1963. If I figure it out, I’ll e-mail you.I was about 19, in the Navy and glued to the TV along with everyone else
