60 Years Ago tonight: Edward R Murrow called out Joe McCarthy

[merrily]

35. You're exactly right, because my parents placed a lot of importance

on my swallowing a huge safety pin. In hindsight, maybe they weren't sure if it was closed? I remember my father squatting in front of me and pretending to be straining for a bowel movement, to show me what he wanted. I can feel the confusion again. (I assume that they praised me a lot for getting trained, and here I was again, back to square 1, at their insistence!)

Sorry, but I am too tired to open another window and check: Did you say in your prior post that you were three for the calling out of McCarthy by Murrow? Or was it some other event?

I always wanted to have seen Ruth. Read a biography of him when I was in elementary school because my teacher said I was reading too much fiction.

Thing is, biographers back then pretty much wrote fiction, too. They saw their jobs as making the subject a hero, no warts showing. (How times change.) Read Sandburg's two volume biography of Lincoln at the same time for the same reason. An impressionable kid reading the glowing stories fell in love with both of them and am still in love with both of them, even though I've since learned about some of the warts. First love never goes away entirely.