I was in gym class, my senior year of HS.
Our PE instructor / coach of some sport (not football), called us all into the basketball courts, sat us down and began weeping.
The ride home on the bus was silent...no one was saying anything.
I remember going out with two friends that evening to a bowling alley in West Orange....and we were told to hurry up because the alley's were closing @ 9.
The gravity of the situation was more than I could comprehend or bare. The constant running of historical films about the Kennedys...and then the subsequent killing of Oswald on live TV was like time had stopped / then sped up into warp speed.
I think the the NFL's decision to play the Giants- Cardinals game was wrong (both then / now)...
Last, after my 2nd divorce I remember going to a party and spotting a pretty, busty, brunette. I asked her "where were you when President Kennedy was assassinated?". She said "in my mother's womb, I wasn't born until 3 months later". I decided to PASS on that episode...there has to be more than boobs and a face (i.e. conversation)....and I didn't want to have to educate her on the Beatles, Stones, Beach Boys, Wooodstock, Moon Landing, Viet Nam...etc.
MO