My Own John Anderson
Media squats inside you, remembering unmemorable stuff.
Some people remember where they were when Kennedy was assassinated. Some remember what they were doing when Nixon resigned. Some remember where they were when they first realized Covid was a thing.
I remember when I first learned who John Anderson was.
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