AMERICA LOSES A PRESIDENT, A TEENAGER LOSES A HERO
Knoxville, Tennessee (JFK+50) I was a 15 year old sophomore at Young High School here in Knoxville 50 years ago today, November 22, 1963.
We were in an afternoon class when our principal came on the intercom and announced that President Kennedy had been shot.
In a state of shock, we listened to the "on the air" radio reports from Dallas.
When the announcement came that the President had died, the principal shut the radio off and asked us to stand at attention as the school bugle corps played "Taps" and the American Flag was lowered to half-staff.
The moment that we learned John F. Kennedy had died was one that I will never forget. Other than the loss of family members and close friends, it remains the saddest day of my life.
When my Dad came home from work late that night, he had with him the day's
final edition of the Knoxville News-Sentinel.
"MR. PRESIDENT, YOU CAN'T SAY THAT DALLAS DOESN'T LOVE YOU"