So I was a sophomore at a catholic parochial HS in the Bronx. They didn’t explain why, but they closed school an hour earlier than normal. Had to take a public bus home. Didn’t talk to anyone on the bus. Walked the final half mile home. Got home and Mom was crying. That was well over an hour after most people knew what happened in Dallas that day.
Sunday morning I watched Oswald get shot on live TV.
I remember the numbness I felt, almost speechless, as I watched tv that afternoon.
Our country changed, that day in Dallas.