And then three shots rang out and everything changed.
I remember feeling shocked, dismayed, sad. They sent us home from school when they reported JFK had died. I remember the trembling voice of the principal over the overhead intercom uttering the news. We walked home, each to our own house. Silently pretty much.
I found my mother weeping, watching the television reports coming in. The images remain yet today. Of course it helps that so much was captured by television and private cameras running that day. It will always be with us. Camelot was dead. We'd had a glimpse of how America could be at its best. It is a glimpse I am grateful for yet today. It reminds me that it is still possible. Yet and still.