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Nov. 23rd, 2008 01:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mr_cellaneousI was 16 years old, and an avid reader of newspapers, when the San Francisco Chronicle ran a huge spread memorializing the the 20th anniversary of John Kennedy's assassination. A reprint of the front page from the day after... reprints of the columns that all their columnists had written--Caen, Hoppe, Delaplane, Nachman, and other names I didn't recognize... dozens of descriptions by ordinary people of their clear memories of that day.
I sat in the living room of my family's house in San Francisco, on a gold-colored easy chair near a crackling fire, and read every one of those stories. Of course I was born after Kennedy's assassination, but I got really caught up in it. The sense of this enormous historic event that so many people had witnessed, remembered so keenly, and continued to share with each other.
Last night it occurred to me that it's the 25th anniversary of the 20th anniversary of the Kennedy assassination, and I can still vividly remember right where I was.
I sat in the living room of my family's house in San Francisco, on a gold-colored easy chair near a crackling fire, and read every one of those stories. Of course I was born after Kennedy's assassination, but I got really caught up in it. The sense of this enormous historic event that so many people had witnessed, remembered so keenly, and continued to share with each other.
Last night it occurred to me that it's the 25th anniversary of the 20th anniversary of the Kennedy assassination, and I can still vividly remember right where I was.
