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Originally Posted by old_coot88
How many here remember exactly where they were and what they were doing 50 years ago this morning?
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I will paste what I posted on my Facebook page today:
Today is November 22, 2013. Exactly 50 years ago, it was a Friday and I was in High School. I was a sophomore, 15 years old. Sitting in the afternoon religion class, the bitch box suddenly came to life. A song was playing, "500 Miles" by Bobby Bare. Then, the station was changed and we were informed that President John F. Kennedy had been shot in Dallas, Texas.
Like most of my friends then and now, I was very sad. What I saw was the horse without a rider, the boots turned backwards in the stirrups, and the drums beating the death march the entire way. I remember the horse was rather feisty not following along, rather switching back and forth.
And I also remember Jacks little son John, giving the salute to his dad...