Dear editor,
Couldn’t help but react to your editorial on soccer mishap to the brain.
In 1955, Aug. 8, my head was hit severely in a rollover pickup accident, before seat belts.
I felt a little woozy afterward, but continued with other plans, including returning to college, where I had been awarded the Sandzen Art Scholarship. … At school, students and friends saw I wasn’t coping very well. The art teacher was concerned. My mother was, too, and convinced me to come home and see our doctor.
Had felt like my head was full of…
