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I cannot say with veracity I remember the event as if it were yesterday.
That would be disingenuous.
But it still remains vivid, and for that I am grateful.
I know it is only a matter of time when, like most other memories, it will fade.
Only fragments will remain.
And, as with a frustrating jigsaw puzzle, the kind we children used to work on during cold wintry nights by the flickering light of a fireplace, I may be unable to piece them together.
There are certain days that stick in memory, that are burnished in such a way they cannot be erased.
For me, two are November 22, 1963, the day JFK was assassinated, and September 11, 2001, the day the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center of NYC fell.
I know exactly where I was and what I was doing those days.
Another is what I describe below.
It was a warm summer day.
I do not recall if the skies were cloudless.
They may have been.
Or there may have been a wisp of white here and there, shifting shape in the wind, resembling some animal here, one of the then 48 U. S. states there.
