We labor under false notions our entire lives, and we start early.
When I was eight years old, President Kennedy was assassinated, and all of us who remember will never forget.
Horrified, I approached my older sister. (she was eleven). With utter horror in my voice and eyes, I announced "I just found out that the new president is a girl, maybe even a high school girl. Her name is 'Lynda Johnson'".
Sister looked down at me with utter contempt and loathing. She replied "You little goof. Our new president is 'Lyndon Johnson', and he is an older man".
I was instantly relieved and embarrassed. I made her promise to never tell anyone about this.
Nearly fifty years later, my shame has sufficiently diminished that I can come clean. So there you
have it...
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