The Man Who Knew Who Killed Kennedy

Blood is thicker than oil

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As I walked onto the nursing unit, I could feel the frenzied energy in the air. Nurses and aides were running around answering call lights. It was a shift change and the residents wanted to be attended to before staff was caught up in a report for half an hour.

I never did that. I wanted the good, bad, and ugly and I was out the door. I didn’t have…