"We've Never Had It So Good!" A Capsule Autobiography
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In the Autumn of 1962 I went to school, came home, turned on the television, and worked on my stamp collection at our kitchen table. Outside, a glare-y sun beat its post-September light low over the water as it dropped behind the tip of Long Point. On the oval black & white screen, beneath a bowl of rising dough incubating in the heat from its vacuüm tubes, our "local-boy" president, his cheeks puffed out from Addison's Disease, his eyes black dots, and his customary smile absent; was busy playing chicken with Khrushchev as we all came along for the ride.
"We've Never Had It So Good!" A Capsule Autobiography
"We've Never Had It So Good!" A Capsule…
"We've Never Had It So Good!" A Capsule Autobiography
In the Autumn of 1962 I went to school, came home, turned on the television, and worked on my stamp collection at our kitchen table. Outside, a glare-y sun beat its post-September light low over the water as it dropped behind the tip of Long Point. On the oval black & white screen, beneath a bowl of rising dough incubating in the heat from its vacuüm tubes, our "local-boy" president, his cheeks puffed out from Addison's Disease, his eyes black dots, and his customary smile absent; was busy playing chicken with Khrushchev as we all came along for the ride.