Incredibly, this Saturday, we will arrive at the 62nd anniversary of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. It used to be that everyone could tell you where they were when they first heard the news. No longer. Most Americans weren’t even born then.

On Friday, Nov. 22, 1963, I drove to my job as a Claims Representative at the Akron Social Security Office. The radio news reported that President Kennedy was appearing in Fort Worth, Texas, that morning and then moving on to Dallas.

Around midday, I noticed two senior staff members standing with concerned, troubled expressions as, nearby, the receptionist, searching for a file for an interview, was saying, “Mr. Kennedy. I’m not kidding. They shot him in the head!” She had heard this from a claimant, who had heard it on his car radi

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