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legendsport · 05-24-2006, 04:14 PM

August 8, 1934 - Los Angeles, California

John Carey, MD, opened his door after a long day at the hospital. His dog Rufus, as usual, charged across the living room to greet him, followed shortly thereafter by his son, Little Johnny.

"I'm home, dear," he called out, removing his hat and placing it on the hat rack as he tried, somewhat futilely, to keep Rufus' paws off his jacket. Little Johnny, eight years old, wrapped himself around his father's waist.

"Settle down, you two, you'll knock me down," he chided gently. Little Johnny stepped back from his father and gave him a serious look.

"Pop, I have a question for you," he began, then waited for a response. John nodded and Johnny added, "Mom said I could listen to the radio with you, until dinner, if that's okay."

John smiled and said, "Sure, we can listen to the radio a bit. I heard the President was going to address Congress about pushing through some of the New Deal. I'd like to see how that went."

John walked over to the radio and turned it on. Once it had warmed up, he gently rotated the dial, searching through the static for the news report.

"...news bulletin out of Washington. President Roosevelt was shot this afternoon while on his way to the Capitol Building..." came out of the speaker, then a wash of static. John, stunned, blurted out a swear-word and saw his son's eyes widen.

"Sorry, Johnny," he said as he turned the dial, hoping to catch the rest of the report.

"...Nance... was sworn-in just after five this afternoon, Washington time. A national day of mourning will be observed tomorrow and Mrs. Roosevelt released a statement saying that her husband's body would...." more static wiped out the rest of the statement.

John sat down in stunned disbelief. FDR dead? How could this have happened?

His wife Martha came out of the kitchen with a smile, which died on her face as she saw her husband's stunned look.

"John? What is it?" she cried, her voice cracking. Little Johnny sat next to his father, crying - he didn't understand what was going on, only that his parents were both upset - while the radio continued to spew static.

05-24-2006, 04:14 PM	#2 (permalink)
legendsport All Star Starter Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Behind The Lens Posts: 1,749	August 8, 1934 - Los Angeles, California John Carey, MD, opened his door after a long day at the hospital. His dog Rufus, as usual, charged across the living room to greet him, followed shortly thereafter by his son, Little Johnny. "I'm home, dear," he called out, removing his hat and placing it on the hat rack as he tried, somewhat futilely, to keep Rufus' paws off his jacket. Little Johnny, eight years old, wrapped himself around his father's waist. "Settle down, you two, you'll knock me down," he chided gently. Little Johnny stepped back from his father and gave him a serious look. "Pop, I have a question for you," he began, then waited for a response. John nodded and Johnny added, "Mom said I could listen to the radio with you, until dinner, if that's okay." John smiled and said, "Sure, we can listen to the radio a bit. I heard the President was going to address Congress about pushing through some of the New Deal. I'd like to see how that went." John walked over to the radio and turned it on. Once it had warmed up, he gently rotated the dial, searching through the static for the news report. "...news bulletin out of Washington. President Roosevelt was shot this afternoon while on his way to the Capitol Building..." came out of the speaker, then a wash of static. John, stunned, blurted out a swear-word and saw his son's eyes widen. "Sorry, Johnny," he said as he turned the dial, hoping to catch the rest of the report. "...Nance... was sworn-in just after five this afternoon, Washington time. A national day of mourning will be observed tomorrow and Mrs. Roosevelt released a statement saying that her husband's body would...." more static wiped out the rest of the statement. John sat down in stunned disbelief. FDR dead? How could this have happened? His wife Martha came out of the kitchen with a smile, which died on her face as she saw her husband's stunned look. "John? What is it?" she cried, her voice cracking. Little Johnny sat next to his father, crying - he didn't understand what was going on, only that his parents were both upset - while the radio continued to spew static. __________________ The Baseball Chronicle - Fake Players, Real Excitement! (Dynasty Thread) - Website Other Leagues: Alternate Universe Football (1983) Blood 'n Guts Football (Retro Fictional) My MLBlog Last edited by legendsport : 05-24-2006 at 04:22 PM.