Thursday, August 28, 2008

August 28, 1963

I was in Washington DC that day, but I had no idea what was going on. I was coming back from a summer in Germany and going to Annapolis MD where I had a job waiting. I had spent a few days in London and then taken a ship (Empress of Canada) from Liverpool to Montreal. From Montreal, I took a train to DC and then a bus to Annapolis. I didn't know anything that was going on in this country all summer, although I did hear part of JFK's speech from Berlin.

Now to the present: When I went to pick up Lexi from school, I went to Walmart first - mainly for half'n'half for my coffee. They didn't have any because of a cooler breaking down last night. That's not really important, but I'm glad I went that way rather than only to the school. When I passed Huddle House, their sign read "In Memorium Adam S Hogarty," which gave me a jolt. I was hoping it was not the one I knew, but I've just read his obituary. He was 17. I haven't seen his mother or his aunt for several years (we used to go to church together), but I saw his grandmother several times in February and March when I was taking my son-in-law to physical therapy. Pat was having tharapy also. I'll have to go to either the visitation tomorrow evening or the funeral Saturday afternoon.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'm Joe, Pat's oldest son. Thank you for remembering my Mom and sisters. I live in California, and the outpouring of local support for the family staggers me. Please keep all of us in your thoughts.