Amazingly, I hurt more now every year. I guess it's because I have seen what this nation has become. At any rate, I was in Mrs. Burgoyne's seventh grade history class at Oakwood Junior High School in East Detroit, MI. I won't go through the details, but I remember every moment, and every detail of the next week.

It was a tough Thanksgiving. And the people that I loved then and who wept with me are now gone.

But I remain. And I remember. And quite frankly, it was bigger than 9/11, although degree doesn't matter. Thank you, Beatles, in early 1964. We needed you. Those of you old enough to remember know what I mean.