November 16, 2013

Downed

(Lyndon 20)
[In 1938] one morning quite early, about 7  --  I think we were living on the hill in Richland Center and Daddy was on one of his trips to Milwaukee  --  the phone rang and it was my father.  "Well," he said, so weary, "Lyndon is drowned."  My heart sank.

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