You'll be hearing a lot this month about the 50th anniversary of the JFK assassination. Typically the local-new-anchor clich‚ of `where were you when you heard the news?' In 1963, I myself was under a month old, so my memories are indistinct. Most likely I was in my crib, busy filling out resumes and job applications at the time. Even so, I was too late. All the jobs were already taken, nobody was hiring. At least that's the line I've been fed ever since.
But I do remember where I was when I heard LeBron James was leaving Cleveland, oh yeah. After nearly 50 years of my own rejection and futility in trying to find gainful, full-time employment in this area, I sure do remember.
