Four Years

This is a day late, but still appropriate. I don’t really think about it anymore, but when I read my recollections, that day comes back to me again. At my previous job, one of the things I did was proofread the first electronic version of the Warren Commission Report. I got interested in the JFK Assasination, and the part that has always struck me the most is simply watching interviews of ordinary people who remember that day, and reading the witness statements. I sat in on the deposition of Zapruder’s business partner, and heard descriptions of the first viewing of the film at Kodak, with the FBI on one side of the room and Zapruder’s friends and family on the other.

I think that those interviews are what has really given me a feel for what that day was like. I hope that in the future, the kids born in 2012 will be able to read these articles, and watch the interviews of everyday Americans, and get a feel for what the 11th of September, 2001 was like.

4 Comments

  1. HMT says:

    This everyday ordinary American is having a tough time not spilling coffee on his leg this morning.

  2. Citizen Quasar says:

    I was alive in on November 22, 1963. September 11, 2001 stands out as a similar day to me though I am an adult and have an easier time handling it than I did when I was a first grader and JFK got shot, or a year or so before that when the adults were all shook up over the missiles in Cuba.

    When I worked in Dealey Plaza, which is a freaking carnival nowadays, Marylin Sitzman (and others) came down there from time to time. She told me, “I heard two shots come from back there,” pointing to the stockade fence.

    A lot of people change and embellish their stories. I guess I am getting numb with age.

    Here’s to remembering…Thanks.

  3. Phelps says:

    I took Mexi to Dealey Plaza for his last 15 minutes in Dallas. It wasn’t too bad on a Sunday night.

  4. Mexigogue says:

    I freaked out when I saw the street and pointed right to where he was when he got shot. I had seen it on TV so many times I knew right where it was. It was just weird seeing it from a vantagepoint other than my spot on the grassy knoll. Oh wait, move to strike!