Last Week’s FFF: Bird of Paradise

It all started with Kennedy. I think somewhere, deep down, everyone knew that he was different. When those bullets bounced off of him like kernel being popped, those suspicions were proved valid. My mother saw the whole thing. Sure, it was on television, not in person, but they didn’t have the same kind of movie magic that we’ve got now. She was just a child, but she knew what she saw. And she knew to be afraid.  Continue reading →