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November 22, 2006

It was 43 years ago today... that the music died

And yet.

And yet, not one word about it, possibly the defining moment of the second half of the twentieth century, in any of the major newspapers in the U.S.

How quickly the sands of time cover the past.

Makes one think twice about efforts to be remembered, what?

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Wow... I had to go back and look this one up. I was only a mere two years old at the time. But you know I do remember seeing my mom crying hysterically? Just glimpses of her doing that. Oh maybe I was little bit older and she had just learned she was preggers with my sister?? hehehee

Shhhhhh don't say nothing to my sister on that one. =)

Sometimes I do wonder if life would have been different had he not been shot? Someone (maybe Joe?) should do a comparison and see how life would be now had he lived and finished out his term? Just random thoughts today.

Posted by: Rhonda | Dec 7, 2006 1:42:27 PM

Thank you Joe. I remembered. Such incredible sadness. Continues.

I try to bring a bit of thanks into each one I meet, when I listen to them.

There's a lot of stories out there about this day.

Posted by: mattp9 | Nov 22, 2006 8:59:54 PM

Joe, I find it unthinkable that I had to actually search for articles about this historical event. Even the older guys at the newsstand stopped for a minute and looked at me, then each other, when I asked them about any coverage of JFK's untimely demise. Within seconds we had all scanned over 15 front pages with not a single mention of this historic event. But at least you had something here Joe, the only saving grace on a day like today. Thank you.

Posted by: Taylor | Nov 22, 2006 6:32:54 PM

A popular news website, lucianne.com, remembers that day with a link to the day's newspaper headlines on her "Shortcuts" on the opening page.

I remember the moment exactly. I'd just put my babies down for a nap, sat in front of the tv with a cup of coffee to watch the motorcade in Dallas. The usual words -- stunned, disbelief, horror -- really don't do the awfulness justice. "How could this happen?" was the uppermost thought. Then, the grief was as intense as at the death of one's closest family member, but also different. No November has passed since without memories of that day coming to mind. It wasn't so much that the man Kennedy was assassinated, though that was awful enough: it was that the head of our nation was maliciously killed. I don't think subsequent generations can really grasp the depth of such a national wound. Lincoln's generation could. Those who hate a controversial president and publicly wish him killed have the moral and intellectual maturity of an ant, if that.

Posted by: Peggy | Nov 22, 2006 6:32:52 PM

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