RURAL WRITES

| RURAL WRITES | G.A. SCHEINOHA CONTRIBUTOR The events compared to the day JFK died. Circumstances scorched into our collective consciousness like the indelible imprint from a branding iron. When President [John F.] Kennedy was assassinated, my brother Lee hollered to Mom, doing laundry on a wringer machine in the cellar to hurry upstairs. Her wonder turned to sorrow at the news. So