A poem by community member Preston McWhorter: With the assassin’s bullet the dreams of a generation were slain It seemed with his passing a glorious light was extinguished That a dark malaise had settled over the land with depression in its train That where there had been energy and enthusiasm only gloom remained. He … Continue →
A poem by community member Preston McWhorter: With the assassin’s bullet the dreams of a generation were slain It seemed with his passing a glorious light was extinguished That a dark malaise had settled over the land with depression in its train That where there had been energy and enthusiasm only gloom remained. He … Continue →