And in a more somber note today is the 55th anniversary of the assassination of
John F Kennedy in Dallas.
I was 12 years old. I was walking home from Jr High.
I saw an older woman sitting on a step crying.
I asked her if she was OK.
She said “They shot him. They shot him.”
I asked who.
“The president. They shot Kennedy.”
My mother was crying when I got home.
Then I watched on live TV Jack Ruby shoot Lee Harvey Oswald that night.
The world blew up in front of me.

Then you look at who sits in that office today.
We put men on the moon.
We’ve been to the edge before.