Reflections of An Uncommon Common Man

                                                                                                                                           Introduction  It was a beautiful, clear Wednesday morning, January 16, 1963. Daddy sat at a nearby dresser, watching mother as she lay sleeping. Granddaddy, and my grandmother, who we called mama, and granddaddy's invalid sister Arda Brown Mannion, were in the kitchen at the rear of the house. Which was about 50 feet away from where my parents were in the front bedroom. Didi, my mother's youngest sister, was working at Southern Bell Telephone Company a few blocks away. My brother Mark, my...