A Jewel of a Thanksgiving

Picture this:  you’re
seven years old, and living in an apartment complex with indoor corridors. One
fine November morning as you step outside to leave for school, you notice a
newspaper with your Mom’s picture on the front page, sitting on every doorstep.
Well, that’s exactly what happened to me in November of 1970.



It wasn’t a newspaper in this case, of course, but rather a
weekly