It is Thanksgiving Day.  But it is also November 22.  It is hard to see that date and not remember the year 1963 and remember what happened in Dallas, Texas shortly after 12:noon.

Everybody remembers where they were when the news of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy came though.  I was in school and the teachers, very solemnly, told us to go home.  The buses were outside, their motors running, and us "walkers" were told to go home and not stop along the way.

When I get home both of my parents were in the living room watching television.  This was odd because my dad was never home from our grocery store at that hour of the day.  Both of them were crying.  The television was on.  Walter Cronkite, "the most trusted man in America" was talking and looking right into the camera.

I soon learned what happened.

And I felt my youth slowly, inextricably slipping away from me.  It was a day all of us...my young friends, siblings, classmates, and all of America...grew up.

Yes, I clearly remember where I was on this day, November 22, 1963.  Do you?

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