I remember this day 50 years ago ... I was in high school when we learned President Kennedy had been shot. They sent us home early and I walked all the way from Lincoln Park High School to our home on Merrill Street. It was a bright and sunny day and I remember thinking "They've somehow made a mistake ... I'll find out for sure when I get home". I got home to find Mom crying. It was real. He was dead. Who did this sort of thing?
Today we live with terrorism and nothing seems unreal. That is very, very sad.