It was a Sunday and my Dad came down for a visit.
He brought along a bucket of chicken, a 6-pack of coke and a transistor radio and we listened to the radio broadcast of the event.
I was in ROTC summer camp at Ft Bragg NC on a week long field exercise, cut off from the world. Came out of the field to hear not one but two stupendous news items: the Apollo 11 moon landing, and Chappaquiddick.
The Fayetteville newspaper gave much more coverage to the latter. Even at age 20 I thought “He’ll never be President now” with a sense of relief, after nine straight years of Kennedy-worship by the media.