I was sitting in Jr. high band class at Hurst Jr. HS (which is a suburb between Ft. Worth and Dallas). I remember being deeply moved at the level of sadness the adults showed and mortified that this had to happen in Texas.
My mom was manager of the Ft. Worth Star-Telegram's credit union (the Star-Telegram was the newspaper) and brought home copies of all the Extra Editions put out that day. We had them for years and there is an outside chance they are still in my Dad's attic. If so, they are probably yellow crumbles by now.
My mom was manager of the Ft. Worth Star-Telegram's credit union (the Star-Telegram was the newspaper) and brought home copies of all the Extra Editions put out that day. We had them for years and there is an outside chance they are still in my Dad's attic. If so, they are probably yellow crumbles by now.