I was in parochial school. I remember the vice principal barging into the classroom, crying whispering to our teacher then they both began crying together. It was the 1st time I witnessed emotion from sisters (nuns). School was dismissed shortly thereafter. I also remember having to watch the never ending funeral on TV. That incessant drum beat and images of that very frisky rider less horse is etched in my brain. I was only a kid, but I sensed that we had suffered a great loss. A loss of that great inspiration and hope that Kennedy expressed in his speeches.
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