It's hard to believe that it's been 57 years. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was a junior in high school in english class with a substitute teacher. The principal came over the loud speaker but made a mistake and said President Roosevelt had been shot. He corrected himself a few seconds later and said President Kennedy had been shot in Dallas. At first disbelief. This doesn't happen in America. Girls started crying. Everything became eerily quiet. The stairwells as we moved to other classes were mostly silent of the chatter that normally took place except for some crying. We all huddled around radios in classrooms and study hall. Then school got out and the beginning of a dark weekend began. The radios and tv stations had it on thru the whole time. Scenes at Parkland Hospital in Dallas. Oswald being paraded in front of the news people and his statements. The coffin coming off the plane in DC. Then the funeral procession with Black Jack the rider less horse with backward boots in the stirrups denoting a fallen rider. I was sixteen and knew there were troubles in the world but as I look back this seemed to be the end of innocence for my generation. A little way down the road was the quagmire of Vietnam and all the rest waiting.