(01-14-2013 11:53 AM)Born_A_Truman Wrote: I'm so old!!! I was a senior in November 1963 when JFK was assassinated. Sitting in Business Law. They let classes out and we all stood outside and listened to live reports over the pa system.
1963 was the year I graduated high school. In November I was working a fullll time job and going to school at night. When the news came over the radio that the President had been shot I was far in the back of the warehouse and the only radio was in the foreman's office.
I was in a particularly good mood that morning so when I passed a coworker nicknamed "Tubby" (yes I still remember his nickname but I don't think I ever knew his real name) I made some good-natured wise crack and Tubby cussed me a blue streak and called me every name but American. At the time I had no idea what that was about but figured out later that he must have assumed I had already heard the news about the President and my good mood was out of place.
When I got back to the front of the warehouse everyone was gathered around the foreman's desk. I went in and immediately my heart went to my throat as the news hit me.
When news came that the President had died the company immediately shut down, sent everybody home and told us not to return until after the funeral.
The next several days are a blur of trying to care about eating or sleeping while staying glued to a B&W TV with a lousy picture.