At the time, like a lot of folks, I irrationally blamed Dallas along with Oswald for killing the president, thinking it must be just a terrible place. Years later, I would go on to work at the Dallas Times Herald and the Dallas Morning News, enjoying the newspapers but not caring for the city very much at all.
That awful night, instead of the warm, casual greeting we always shared when my father came home from work, not a word was spoken. Mom, my brother and I were watching the news, and there just didn’t seem anything appropriate to say.
Remembering those details after all these years, I feel like a geezer among my younger colleagues for whom Kennedy’s death is just another fact of history, as relevant to them as the Battle of Hastings. For me, John F. Kennedy’s murder and the national mourning that followed it would be an adolescent’s first experience with death.
I lost a lot of my innocence that day. But then, so did everyone else.
Sam Pollak is the editor of The Daily Star. He can be reached at email@example.com or at (607) 432-1000, ext. 208. His columns can be found at www.thedailystar.com/sampollak.