The Day I Died
I didn't know I would die that morning. Why would I? I'd only been 48 years old for eight days, still relatively young in 1961. Just a few [...]
I didn't know I would die that morning. Why would I? I'd only been 48 years old for eight days, still relatively young in 1961. Just a few [...]
After a night of limited sleep, I woke up on a four-foot long hospital couch and greeted my 70th birthday. I wore the longest inverted crescent moon frown I can [...]