Today is the 50th anniversary of the assassination of
President Kennedy. There seems to be still endless theories about how he was
really killed, but his memory lingers on. We sort of have a fond feeling for
this man who tried to do good things. It’s
one of those happenings when you remember where you were when this was
unfolding. I remember where I was. If
you were alive at that time do you?
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