It was November 22, 1963.
Each year, the twenty-second of November quietly sneaks in behind the twentieth and the twenty-first. I never think of the twenty-second until it rolls around, but once itâ€™s here, I cannot forget what it was like on that day.
It was one of those times when everyone remembers where he or she was when it happened.
My Cousin Jackâ€™s recollection of that day is touchingly told here.
We all died a little on that day.