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The First Moment of...The Sixties

I was sure when The Fifties would come to an end. They would end on December 31, 1959, at the stroke of midnight. I was a young boy of eleven at that moment, and my twin brother Jim and I were helping my Mom baby-sit for my sister Betty, who lived across tiny Agate Street from us. It was a big deal, as the decade would be changing, something I had never experienced, as I was too young the last time this happened. I couldn't wait to see what it felt like; the end of The Fifties!

Midnight came, and Jim and I ran up and down Agate Street banging pots and pans together to celebrate the new decade. I awoke the next morning, looked out my window, and...nothing was changed. I was a bit surprised. Life just went on as if nothing had happened. I began to suspect that �decades� were not real; they were an invention, and that one was just like every other. Is that all there is to a decade? Banging Pots and Pans?

So, even though it was now 1960, The Fifties just...continued. I began High School a couple of years later, and we had a new President, John F. Kennedy, an Irish Catholic like me, whom I had (sort of) met when he was campaigning for President. Freshman year at Northeast Catholic High went pretty smooth for me, and, for Sophomore year, 1963, I was assigned to the top section. I had Geometry, Latin II, Spanish II, Biology, World History, Religion, English Composition, and Gym, three days a week. I also had the 11:30 lunch, which was considered the best lunch.

After lunch came Religion class, with Father Godley (his real name). The trick in Father Godley�s class was to stay awake, especially after lunch. That went until 1:00, and then Spanish II, with Father Cleary. 1:45 was English Comp, with Mr. Thaddeus Pianka. That class was held in Room 114, on the corner of the first floor.

I remember a particularly warm Friday, late that Fall. It was 66 degrees and sunny; unseasonably warm for so late in November. The windows in our classroom were open, and we were doing a quiz, or deskwork, for Mr. Pianka. It was very quiet. I sat in the first desk, second row. Then there was a loud voice, coming from outside our window.

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