When I think about the 1960’s, it brings back memories of death and funerals.
I was 11 years old when the Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. was shot and killed in Memphis. I would have sworn I was watching The Girl from U.N.C.L.E on a black and white tv in my room but it turns out it was probably The Flying Nun, which just illustrates my faulty recollection. I also thought his was the funeral that involved a train journey but no, that was RFK a few months later.
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