How about the schtick about playing touch football on the white house lawn...?
Pretty funny.
OUr lives changed that day in Dallas, in fact, the whole world changed after that. I was in the 8th grade in Chicago. We hardly locked our doors at night. My other 12 year old pals and I would take the L train alone downtown Chicago, watch a movie, come back. Totally safe...
We were really innocent back then.
When Trump talks about Making America Great Again, I think of those times.
I was in fifth grade living in Flossmoor Illinois when Kennedy was shot. My older sister and I would take the Illinois Central into the loop, with no adults. Fun times.