It's a Monday night, just like it was twenty-eight years ago. I watched MASH and Lou Grant, blithely unaware of what transpired at the same time in New York, not aware until the news report heard on the radio, entering into my brain just as I drifted to sleep. When I woke up, I knew the world was a very different place. All because one man had been shot to death in a city far away.
Twenty-eight years.
