I remember monsters under the bed. I remember earthquakes. I remember playing with my neighbor’s Barbie dolls and wondering if they would melt in the drier. I remember wondering if crayons would melt in the drier, too.  They do. I remember Mt. St. Helens and cars covered with ash.  The TV news was showing the mountain exploding, over and over again. I remember when Reagan was shot.  It seemed like the TV was on all the time.  Everyone got quiet when they talked about it.  They whispered about Kennedy, it was one of those things…  “Where were you when you heard the news?”  It’s just something everyone knows.