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President John F. Kennedy was shot and killed 50 years ago today. Fifty years is a long time, but in some ways the Kennedy assassination seems even more distant and remote. So much has happened since, and so much of it has been bad. The world is such a different place now, it is almost as if the shooting in Dallas occurred in another reality altogether.
I was a first-grader when it happened. I remember a scratchy voice coming out of the polished wooden PA system box above the blackboard and announcing that the President had died, and our teacher shocked and sobbing. But, of course, I was just a little kid, not quite sure who the President was, even, or what this would mean for me or my family. Everything I know about President Kennedy — the romance of “Camelot,” the inspiring speeches, the successes, the failures, and the…
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