re: #241 nines09

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.

I was in the third grade. Around 1PM the second grade teacher came in to tell us Kennedy had been shot at.

Couple minutes later the principal came in and told us to go home that he had been murdered.

We were in shock. We left school, the custodian set the flag at half mast. He was crying.

Walking home, loud music coming from the house of the Republican committeeman.

He was celebrating.

Saw Jackie walking off the plane wearing her blood stained dress and I’m glad it was a black and white set we had because it toned the blood stains down.

Went to bed and had bad dreams of nuclear retaliation.

I remember watching TV Oswald coming out of the police station. Mom was on the phone saying she hoped he was put in the electric chair for what he did.

I saw Oswald get shot and Mom screamed in the phone that justice had been done.

World never was the same.