'Where were you, when … ?'

Most of us, of the Boomer era, can remember exactly where we were when we heard the news that President Kennedy had been shot.

I had the chance to revisit many of the feelings and of that tragic weekend, during the last couple of weeks. The 50th anniversary shows were quite restrained. (Photo: The Guardian)
Here are some of the thoughts and images that went through my mind all over again:
-- The entire world, especially America, descended into a depressed state: reactions on the streets ranged from outright weeping, to quiet introspection.
-- Did Oswald act alone?
Conspiracy theories still abound (available on any overnight radio talk show!):

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

      Between the crosses, row on row,

   That mark our place; and in the sky

   The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

   Loved and were loved, and now we lie

         In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

   The torch; be yours to hold it high.

   If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

         In Flanders fields.

-- John McCrae