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 it’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 Jack’s recollection of that day is touchingly told here.
We all died a little on that day.