Our family was glued to our black and white Admiral TV from Friday, November 22nd through Monday, November 25th, 1963.
Here’s a 6+ hour videotape of what we watched—in real time—on that terrible Friday afternoon when President John F. Kennedy was shot: https://youtu.be/eB9am3HGQs0
My 13th birthday was three days later, the day President Kennedy was laid to rest in Arlington National Cemetery. As a family, we thought we were completely out of tears until the video cameras caught the moment John Jr. saluted his father’s casket passing by.
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Those were strange, unsettling days. And I wonder if the truth ever will emerge. What was Jack Ruby all about, for instance?
I wonder the same thing. And I doubt that I’ll learn the truth during my lifetime. The whole event remains littered with enigmas, contradictions, hearsay, and the unexplained deaths of so many bystanders and seemingly tangental individuals.