That's dshans, dammit, NOT Dshans!!!
Not to throw an aluminum foil hat over your theory, but the only time I've been in Dallas other than the Cotton Bowl 1/1/71, has been waiting on connecting flights at DFW International.
I was an 11 year old 5th grader when Jack went down. An announcement came over the intercom in my classroom telling us all to say a prayer for the President. No real explanation was offered. In short order we were herded to the church for an emergency Rosary. That's when we were told that JFK had been shot and killed. Heady stuff for a kid. I was watching television news coverage of Oswald being transferred from the courthouse back to the jail when Jack Ruby stepped up. Not fun and not at all conducive to the facts seeing the light of day.
I was completing my junior year of high school when Bobby went down. When my clock radio alarm woke me with "... Kennedy was shot and killed ..." I thought it was some cruel, dumb-*** DJ replaying stories of John's assassination. It took a while for the fog to lift and the new horror to sink in.
As much as I would like all facts surrounding both incidents to come to light, it wouldn't change the fact that both men were tragically killed at early ages. One shooter, two shooters – fifteen shooters; the outcome is unchanged.
I know that for many of you these "episodes" are but pages in a history book or a mere footnote in an article or blog. Not so for me. They are a very real part of my life, my being. The list of good people cut down, which includes Medgar Evers, Martin Luther King, Jr. and Benazir Bhutto is far too long.
I apologize if any find this post too long or too somber. My tears, after all these years, are very real. I may be getting old but I remember and I feel.
