I was eleven and my Dad, 43, took me out of St. Joan of Arc grade school to go squirrel hunting around Tionesta PA. We came back down to the car around 4:00 our time and just as we were putting the gear away a guy in a pick up truck stopped and told us. The first and only time I ever saw my Father cry. Everyone that was alive on that day remembers exactly where they were. Just thinking about society now compared to back then. And, the four words that changed the history of this country Leave the roof off
Was a freshman in high school on this day in 1963. Was in the dentist's chair of Dr Nixon when the news came over the radio.
