It seems such a long time ago that we were celebrating my brother’s fourth birthday when the news came that President Kennedy had been shot in Dallas! I was almost six, but the impact was huge on all of us, even those of us who were living in Ottawa, Canada at the time. And my Mother was just five days from delivering another son.
On a very cold morning in 2007, I visited Dallas, Texas. I parked the rental car as close to Dealey Plaza as I could. It was very confusing, but I got a parking meter a few blocks from the scene of the crime. Fortunately I did, because I might not have found any reference to Kennedy if I had landed in Dealey Plaza, where there is nothing but a very sad X in the middle of the westbound side of the road; the spot where the President of the United States was murdered on November 22, 1963.
The museum in the old School Book Depository has an effigy of Oswald in the top floor window. When you stand on the X and look up at that window, only 200 yards away, you can’t help but feel that something was terribly wrong with the investigation of the President’s murder.