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I was twenty-three years old when President John F. Kennedy was assasinated on November 22, 1963, and I cannot begin to tell you how horrible that day was. I posted about it five years ago: Blowin' in the Wind.
Like all Americans, my husband and I were glued to the television, and to this day, when I hear "Hail to the Chief," I am swept back in time to our young President's funeral where the Air Force band played the anthem on the steps of the rotunda.
I was brought to tears. Again.
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