Memory: June 1, 1976

In reading the title of this post, you may have one of the following thoughts in your head: I don’t remember this date, but it must hold some importance to the writer. I remember exactly where I was on this date and can tell you the color of socks I wore. I don’t remember this date because I was probably lost in a purple haze. I wasn’t born yet. Gosh, the writer is old. After a meeting in our officeRead more