Yes, I'm going to write about JFK today, the 50th anniversary of his assassination.
I was in the womb, yet it could very well be my first memory. The images of our house are so vivid, from Mom's retelling of that day's event. I can see the kitchen as she brings in groceries. I can see the color of the rooms. I can see Dad in front of the TV, about to go to work on a later shift. He is watching Walter Cronkite report our nation's horror. When I found in the hall closet the front pages of the Detroit News that were saved, my first observation was how close to my birthday the date was. The inevitable questions were asked, and thus my fascination began.
I've read a number of books and articles about JFK, and a couple of years ago I finally made it to the Kennedy Library in Boston. The allure of this beautiful First Family leading us into the 60s continues. Things would have been different had JFK lived, but my imagination absolutely soars when considering how different our world would be had RFK lived. I can write about that in a few months.
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