Friday is the 50th anniversary of president John F. Kennedy’s assassination.
They say if you were alive you remember what you were doing the exact moment when hearing the news. But, I was only three-years old so I don’t remember that, but I do remember my parents attending the funeral by standing on the street as the motorcade headed to Arlington National Cemetery.
I stopped by Kennedy’s eternal flame on Thursday to see if anything was happening. There was a satellite TV truck near the grave, which I hadn’t seen before in the cemetery. There was a pile of red and white roses atop JFK’s grave and white roses on his brothers Bobby, Teddy and Joe.
