WHERE WERE YOU ON NOVEMBER 22, 1963..A DAY OF TRAGEDY?
I was sitting in my 8th grade classroom when the nun who taught our
class came in from the hallway, pale and obviously quite affected by
something, walked back to the front of the room to announce the death of
Presidenht John F. Kennedy
I thought back to the day that JFK had been at the USAFA in the Northern part of Colorado Springs and was riding in an open air Lincoln limousine to get back to the airport. He was standing and waving as he passed my spot at the corner of Platte and Nevada Avenue. We had waited for quite awhile, and when I saw the motorcade coming down the street, it was all I could do to get my little Kodak camera up and snap a shot. It turns out that he looked to the crowd on the left at exactly the moment I clicked the shutter, so all I had was a nice shot of the back of his head.
Over the years, this has become the story that seems to know no end. The available data has been gone over so many times that it boggles the mind. I, myself, have read at least a dozen books on the subject and still am left to wonder if we will ever know the whole truth about this time in our Country's history.
Tonight, though, I don't intend to venture into that realm for even a moment. There will be time enough for that.
I thought it might just be a time to remember where you were at the moment you heard the tragic news and remember something good about JFK.