The only known recording of Joseph H. Hazelton’s eyewitness account of the assassination of Abraham Lincoln.
Edward never drove, so he never drove alone.
For me, I was a little kid and my afternoon cartoons were preempted to announce the death of Elvis Presley. I didn’t really know who he was but I walked into the kitchen to tell my mom and she burst into tears.
I swear to God, this is a Reno motel yodel (although I’m not the one yodeling). The only thing I can compare it to is, after you’ve been at the beach all day, and that night, in bed, you can still feel the waves.