...and the Piper Played Amazing Grace

Forty-six years ago today, my “9/11” happened.
The President of the United States of America was assassinated. I could go on and on of where I was and what I was doing when I heard the news. All of that is unimportant now.
Today were he still alive he’d be ninety-two, instead he has been dead as long as he lived.
Did I agree with his politics? I don’t know I was a mere thirteen.
The three days of his funeral, the murder of Lee Harvey Oswald by Jack Ruby the Sunday morning following the assassination, and John John’s salute to his father’s cortege as it passed, in the street although years past remain as fresh in my mind as time will allow.
R.I.P. J.F.K.