“Anybody old enough to remember that day - November 22, 1963?”
Of course. I was in 7th grade, in shop class to be specific, when we learned what had happened. Our teacher was a notorious wise guy so we didn’t know whether to believe him or not.
I was living in Arlington, VA, maybe two or three miles from the Kennedy gravesite. I suppose I should have ridden the old ten speed over to see what I could have of the funeral procession, but I didn’t. None of my friends was interested in going and I didn’t want to brave the crowd on my own.
One of my classmates was an Air Force brat and her dad had been one of Kennedy’s drivers.
One of my classmates was an Air Force brat and her dad had been one of Kennedy’s drivers.
Another great story! Thanks for sharing.