Apocalypse Now

Only nine days into this new year, and each day bring a new disaster to sob over. As I listened today to the eulogy at Jimmy  Carter’s funeral I couldn’t help but feel it as the death of decency in America,

High Noon at the 1960 Democratic Convention

  I wasn’t but knee-high to a lamb when Walter Cronkite sheparded me into the New Frontier that hot summer of 1960. A trustworthy thoroughbred if ever there was one, Walter “Curly” Cronkite safely steered me and my family through