This past Monday, November 22, was a date I thought I'd never forget, but somehow I had forgotten it until I heard a reporter mention it on the radio. You remember that date don't you? November 22, 1963 is when JFK was assassinated. I had been married a few months, and was a new employee at the San Antonio State Mental Hospital on South Presa Street.

I was working in admissions/intake, and down the hall was a dayroom where a black and white TV played all day. The inmates--I mean patients--would wander in and out to watch soap operas. All of a sudden we heard loud cries and screams coming from the dayroom. An aide ran down the hall and after a few minutes came back breathless. "The President has been shot!" Everyone jumped up and ran to the dayroom where the patients were becoming hysterical.

I couldn't leave--I was in the middle of admitting a patient. The woman, in this excited atmosphere, went beserk, started yowling and slapped me on the side of the head and started pulling at my hair. Everyone ran back and put her in restraints. I quit that day; I was newly pregnant and couldn't face that kind of stuff every day. That's why I thought I'd never forget that date, what? 46 years ago.
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One more thing I'm sure everyone is aware of-- this past week the FDA pulled Darvon and Darvocet off the market because it can cause abnormal heart rhythms. It took this long for them to find that out? Oh well, no big loss there. These products never worked worth a darn anyway.

susil