A final solution had been found. In the wake of the Korean Conflict, I crashed headlong into the Cuban missile crisis, the tragedy of bullets ricocheting off the concrete at Dealey Plaza and the threshold of the cold war. The Kennedy's lived the American Dream, but for families from coast to coast, dreams have been deferred, deployed and dismissed in an American Nightmare. To me, these decades have not been a dream. They've been a nightmare.
Every coin has two sides and the same is true of any story.
Today, three dead bodies are dredged from the floor of the Atlantic and a nation hangs its heart at half staff. He doesn't mention the graves that have been robbed. My uncle Frenchie was a veteran of domestic wars who lost his legs fighting for his life while his comrades in arms marched off to faraway places defending a country that was never theirs in the first place. Seems everyone here next to God and Jesus has an ax to grind, but for me and my clan, the hatchet isn't ours to bury anymore. The first thing to go was just his big toe, but it wasn't long before they took the rest and before long, he was sitting there making cheap costume jewelry for my mother to sell to the barflies down at the Harbor Lights tavern across from the coal yards on the shore of Lake Michigan in Sheboygan.