I think it is unfortunate that though the NP published my letter to the editor today, two grammatical errors were introduced.
This is what I wrote: On the day JFK was assassinated, I was a five-year old boy playing in our backyard when the neighbour girl came over, crying, to tell me that “the President” had been shot. I went inside where I found my parents listening intently to the radio. Before I had said a word, my father put his finger to his lips and shushed me quiet. That day my father rented a TV, an instrument viewed with great suspicion by my family. We had the TV in our house for a week, and on Saturday morning my brothers and I watched cartoons.
This is what they published: I was a five-year-old playing in our backyard when the a (error!) neighbourhood girl came over, crying, to tell me that “the president” had been shot. I went inside, where I found my parents listening intently to the radio. Before I could say a word, my father put his finger to his lips and shushed me quiet. That day, my father rented a television, an instrument viewed with great suspicion by my family. We had it in our house for a week, allowing my brothers and I (error!) to watch cartoons on Saturday morning.
But I'll get over it.
This is what I wrote: On the day JFK was assassinated, I was a five-year old boy playing in our backyard when the neighbour girl came over, crying, to tell me that “the President” had been shot. I went inside where I found my parents listening intently to the radio. Before I had said a word, my father put his finger to his lips and shushed me quiet. That day my father rented a TV, an instrument viewed with great suspicion by my family. We had the TV in our house for a week, and on Saturday morning my brothers and I watched cartoons.
This is what they published: I was a five-year-old playing in our backyard when the a (error!) neighbourhood girl came over, crying, to tell me that “the president” had been shot. I went inside, where I found my parents listening intently to the radio. Before I could say a word, my father put his finger to his lips and shushed me quiet. That day, my father rented a television, an instrument viewed with great suspicion by my family. We had it in our house for a week, allowing my brothers and I (error!) to watch cartoons on Saturday morning.
But I'll get over it.
