Boy, you are a young 'un, Borderstone.
I remember when JFK got shot. I was sitting a second grade classroom, waiting for the bus to pick me up after school. The bus driver knocked on the window and told Mrs. Jackson about Kennedy, and then she explained it to us. I remember going home and telling Mom that President Kennedy had been shot. Mom turned on the old black & white TV, and we watched the news coverage until late that night.
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