I Was There, November 22, 1963
I was there. I saw him, that fateful day, November 22, 1963, in downtown Dallas. I, and a group of maybe fifteen 13 and 14 year olds from J. L. Long Junior High, no chaperone, or other adult presence. Parents had freely given permission for us to walk a half-mile to the nearest bus stop, catch the bus to downtown, make our way among the city streets, find a spot on the curb, and watch the presidential cavalcade. We saw him, JFK, the beautiful, smiling Jackie, the handsome Governor Connally, and the elegant Nellie. They graciously waved while we screamed … Continue reading I Was There, November 22, 1963