I was in class at school and remember seeing the teacher come in crying.

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big bend gyrene wrote:Neckmoe, technically I think we were camping out within the confines of Compound Mom... Dad's contribution is more a daily thing. just saying.
Not having been born, can't share a "that day" story, but can share one quite related.
Many who skim the board may not realize my real name is John Kennedy. Older brother is named Robert. Neither of us were named for the politicians but instead South Carolina relatives and friends.
Anyway, while the Dr./Mrs. attended derm residency at Texas Tech we took a weekend to visit Dealey plaza in Dallas. Walking on the sidewalk to look at the spot in the road where Kennedy was shot, a car drifted close enough to us it hit the curb before pulling back to the center of the road. It came within about six inches of hitting me. Instantly thought how utterly bizarre it would have been for me to get hit there.That shared have heard the story many times from my Mom, about how (while pregnant with my brother Robert), she was ironing my Dad's work clothes at home when the news reached her and how just sat and wept.
Capt Ron wrote:3 blocks from Dealey Plaza. We had skipped school to go to the parade.