November 22nd has never been the same since they killed JFK

[DFW]

10. It was a Friday

I was in the sixth grade. I was eleven years old.

My school in Washington had a 2:00 PM assembly every Friday, which was 1:00 PM in Dallas. Soon after, some teacher came in and collected RFK's two boys, Joe II and Bobby, Jr., and ushered them out. We noticed, but, hey, they were Kennedys. Could have been anything. Joe was in my class, but I was more friendly with Bobby, Jr. Their dad and mine were good friends.

On Fridays, I used to take the bus downtown to my dad's office at the National Press Building at 14th & F streets and ride home with him when he was done. There were always vendors of some local papers outside the Press Building. Some serious, some sensationalist. This time, before I went in to get the elevator up to my dad's floor, I saw huge headlines saying "JFK SLAIN!" I thought, this was really going too far, even for them.

When I got up to my dad's office, I entered and he was in animated conversations with a phone in each ear--very unusual for a Friday afternoon. He turned to me and nodded, but kept on the phones. Finally after he hung up, I asked him about what I had seen, and he said, yes, it was true.

The world was never the same since.