Today is a date some of us remember
all too well. It is a day that is
etched in our memories.
November, 22, 1963 still haunts some of
It started like any other day, except I
skipped school to play pool. At the time
we liked to call these episodes ‘goof off
days that the school doesn’t recognize’.
I had just finished lunch and Bobby Vinton
was singing “Blue Velvet” on the radio when
the song stopped and an announcer broke in.
“President Kennedy has been shot in Dallas.”
The silence was deafening. Everyone just
looked at everyone else like they were
expecting them to explain.
We got to a TV set, turned it on, and
waited for it to warm up. After it did we
sat around the TV like campers around a
campfire awaiting more news.
Then came the news we were all dreading,
President Kennedy had died. There was a
mixture of anger, tears, confusion, and denial
in the room.
Schools let out early, flags flew at half
staff, and our nation mourned. America’s
Camelot had vanished in a blink.
Our TVs were broadcast in living black
and white, we watched the radio a lot more,
and there were no 24 hour news channels.
It all unfolded in our living rooms
regardless of where we lived. From the shots,
to the killing of the assassin, to the
burial, and America grieved.
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