The terrible day that JFK was assassinated, I was in the patio at Beverly Vista with the usual gaggle of eighth graders. We just heard the news. I was numb and didn't know how to feel or react. I saw Dore with tears streaming down his face. I think it was the first time I'd seen a boy cry. I felt humbled and almost envious that he could show so much authentic feeling so openly. Something in me was changed forever. I'm grateful to have known him.
Karen Killough Kaye
The terrible day that JFK was assassinated, I was in the patio at Beverly Vista with the usual gaggle of eighth graders. We just heard the news. I was numb and didn't know how to feel or react. I saw Dore with tears streaming down his face. I think it was the first time I'd seen a boy cry. I felt humbled and almost envious that he could show so much authentic feeling so openly. Something in me was changed forever. I'm grateful to have known him.