Fifty years now since
That fateful day in Dallas
That changed everything.
For my generation, it is the tragic events of 9/11/01 but for my parents' generation, it was 11/22/63 - this November day, fifty years ago, that became their "where were you?" defining moment.
I don't remember John F. Kennedy's assignation in 1963. I was just six days shy of my 2nd birthday when it happened. I've heard my parents talk about that day several times since then, how they didn't own a TV at the time and spent several days watching the news coverage across the street at a neighbour's house. It's hard to imagine those simpler times, before this advanced technological age when reams of information, whether true or not, is available instantaneously just by typing a few words into your keyboard. Back then, there was a black and white TV screen with the latest report being handed to the on air presenter on a piece of paper, as happened with Walter Cronkite's famous delivery of the shocking news of the shooting and death of the President, the moment that ended that magical time known as Camelot.
We're still feeling the shock waves of that terrible day all these years later, like ripples that continue to travel across the water long after the stone has dropped to the bottom of the pond. Still asking each other, "who did it?", "why did they do it?", "how could it have happened?", "when will it happen again?" and "where were you when it happened?"
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