I’ve been watching all the news coverage of the President Kennedy assassination and find myself thinking back to that day. I was just turning 17 and was a Doolie (freshman) at the Air Force Academy trying to survive first year hazing (back them, it was not only tolerated but encouraged). I was sitting in the Academy hospital waiting room – waiting for a physical therapy appointment for a torn MCL from playing football – only vaguely paying attention to the TV. Then Walter Cronkite breaks in with his booming voice and announces that President Kennedy had been shot in Dallas. Shortly thereafter, he took off his glasses and said that Kennedy was dead. I sat there transfixed and missed my PT appointment – got 5 demerits for that.
