Bottles of syrupus tolu and menthol tussin play a role in stopping the cough. While you wait, roam around the drug store and peruse its wares.
Soon the pharmacist will call your name, and you’ll pay a hefty copay. Hopefully it will do the trick.
Crossing campus can be a tricky affair.
Social circles cross, and conversations must be had.
What’s the tea for ’33?
The old chap on the far left appears to be escaped British royalty, perhaps setting the precedent for Harry and Meghan.
So many sights to see!
Such sweet smiles on the faces of youth as they head into their future.
Jackson, Mississippi, March 1914
Photographer Albert Fred Daniel (yes, that is three first names) captured Capitol Street as it disappear underwater from the spilled banks of Town Creek, literally making the town a creek.
Oscar Lamb Sales took a huge hit, as well as the Heidelburg building movie house (ironically showing an epic about the Titanic), which reported its organ and all its seats total losses. The boardinghouse proprietor below tries to keep track of several of the boys who found wading in the cesspool an absolute delight.
In the pages of my 1938 University of Texas annual is this image of a young John Connally, who would have been no more than 21 years old. Here he is celebrating his win as president of the student body. He had no way of knowing he would be seated with another president 25 years later, when he became Governor of Texas.
Most young folks (or frankly, even middle-aged folks) have probably never even heard of Connally and don’t know he was riding in the same limousine as JFK on that fateful day of November 22, 1963. Per the Warren Commission Hearings, Connolly asserted he immediately recognized the first shot as a rifle shot. Fearing an assassination attempt, he turned to his right to see if he could see JFK. As he turned to his left, he felt an impact to his back. He stated to the Warren Commission: “I immediately, when I was hit, I said, ‘Oh, no, no, no.’ And then I said, ‘My God, they are going to kill us all.'” He looked down and saw his chest covered with blood and thought he had been fatally shot.
His wife, Nellie, wrote in her book that she pulled him onto her lap and covered him with her body. “I didn’t want him hurt anymore.” When the third shot hit its mark, exploding Kennedy’s head and showering Nellie with bits of blood and flesh, she was exposed but her husband was not. Nellie felt her husband move underneath her, bleeding heavily but alive. “I felt tremendous relief,” Nellie wrote, “as if we had both been reborn.” She pulled his right arm over his chest to draw him closer and comforted him as if he were a frightened child: “Shhhh. Be still,” she said. “It’ll be all right. Be still. It’ll be all right.” (https://www.texasmonthly.com/politics/the-witness-2/)
Connally was lucky to make it out alive, undergoing four hours of surgery for his wounds, which included three broken ribs, a punctured lung, a shattered wrist, and a bullet lodged in his leg. When Connally died in 1993, forensic pathologist Dr. Cyril Wecht and the Assassination Archives and Research Center petitioned Attorney General Janet Reno to recover the remaining bullet fragments from Connally’s body, believing that the fragments would disprove the Warren Commission’s single-bullet, single-gunman conclusion. The Justice Department had no authority without consent of his family, who refused. (June 19, 1993, “Wecht presses to recover Connally bullet fragments,” Pittsburgh Post-Gazette.)
Returning home from an errand this morning, I drove slowly, due to low visibility. I noticed the fog coating the nearby cemetery and turned in.
I saw wreaths in the trees and wreaths by the gravestones.
Statues of Jesus and the Virgin Mary.
Little hands clasped in prayer.
Heartbreaking resting places for little ones.
Uplifting seasonal signs for others.
And a stillness that shrouded it all. 
Famagustan orange baskets make their way to Livadhia, where hopefully, a wicker market exists.
Main Street has yet to be paved, and the donkeys tire easily.
The goats, however, are doing just fine, thank you very much.
If oranges prove to be in short supply in Livadhia, the baskets can be used for other things.
What could go wrong?
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