It was about 2:15 in the afternoon. I was finishing up the day, in class, in high school. A nun came to the door, and said, "Children, the President has been shot." She was in her late 80s, so we all figured she misheard something. We went down to the cafeteria, where there was a TV. Walter Cronkite was on. I don't think I slept much for the next three days. I remember everyone in my house had gone to bed, and I was up watching tyhe feed from the Capitol, where Kennedy laid in state. Jackie came in and kissed the coffin. And even to this day, I cry, like hell, when I see
John-john salute his dad.