The Day I Flew The Paper Airplane

It WAS THE WINTER OF 1967, AND I WAS IN SEVENTH GRADE. WE HAD MOVED TO WASHINGTON AFTER BOGOTÁ, AND WERE NOW LIVING IN A SUBURBAN MARYLAND NEIGHBORHOOD NEAR TO WHICH WE'D PLAYED AFTER KENNEDY WAS SHOT. Now here we were in America, where the television news featured a person called a weatherman who told…