Hey, you know the old chestnut about remembering where you were when you heard that JFK had been murdered (yeah, murdered; ‘assassinated’ always sounds to me like a kind of veiled justification)? Well, as time has gone by, there’s the whole 9/11 thing as well . . . and I’m guessing that if I were to ask my mom and dad where they were when war (that’s WWII, history buffs) was declared then I’m betting they’d be able to tell me to the second.

Touchstones. That’s what things lik...

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