Was riding home on the NYC subway and had no contact with the outside world. When I walked into the store my mother/father owned. My father informed me that President Kennedy was shot. I remember saying, stop kidding around as he was a practical joker. The he said he was serious. I ran upstairs to our residence and turned on the television. Shortly therafter, he was pronounced dead.
I also remember having Sunday dinner at 1 PM, when our tenant rush in, to inform us Oswald was just killed by Jack Rudy. We were all stunned, that something like this could happen. Glued to the television the whole weekend.
Watching little John John, salute his father, is something I'll never forget.
He also was gone from us too soon.
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"It doesn't cost "nuttin", to be nice". 
MOM
I just want to do the right thing! Uncle Joe, (my hero).