Monday, November 27, 2006

November 22, 1963

Today is November 22. I never really understood how members of the “greatest generation” felt about December 7, until some years later and a generation of younger folks who just have no idea came along.

On this fateful day in 1963, a nation woke up with a youthful, seemingly energetic, forward-looking chief executive. We went to bed with a crude veteran of Texas machine politics in charge. It was a shattering experience and, if you were not alive, you just have no idea.

It has been very difficult to accept that a single gunman is responsible for this horrible injustice, but the years have made me a little more accepting. After the dog park shooting earlier this year, at which Marie and I were nearby, I now personally understand that eyewitnesses can make mistakes and miscount the number of shots fired. I am not completely off the conspiracy bandwagon.

It seems as if the land of liberty was handed over to soulless corporate masters on that day. We thought President Kennedy was a fine family man too. How wrong we can be.

You just never know what is coming next. That day, 43 years ago today, has made an entire generation very untrusting. Some of us will be sad today about the loss of our leader, and our innocence.

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