I was in the 7th grade. I attended St Matthews elementary school in Baltimore. The northeast Baltimore neighborhood was so heavily populated that kids attended school in split shifts, 8-12 or 1215-415, reversing at mid year. I had a paper route starting in the 4th grade and the Nuns accommodated my request to always attend 8-12. We probably learned more in four hours than public school kids learned in seven hours. Delivering papers made me interested in current events. As a family, we ate dinner together and watched the evening news together every night. The Kennedy mystique and being a Roman Catholic certainly endeared him to our family. At 1:30 pm EST, I was playing basketball with Sam, a lifelong friend who lived 3 doors away. We were playing H-O-R-S-E behind Bill’s house, another lifelong friend. Sam and Bill still live in the Baltimore area and I still see them when I am in MD. We talk regularly. I talked to Bill today and Sam yesterday. My Dad was a mailman, Sam’s was a barber and a bookie, Bill’s Dad fixed furnaces. Sam’s Dad and I connected, especially talking horses when I started working at the track in 1967. Another neighbor was a milkman, two worked the Bethlehem Steel plant. That was Middle America in 1963. It was a great environment in which to grow up. Largely Catholic, entirely White. In the middle of our game, Bill’s Mom, Miss Dot, suddenly came outside and yelled to her neighbor, Mrs Sorrentino, “Rose, the President has been shot.” She had been watching As The World Turns. I asked Miss Dot if I could come inside to watch. Naturally, she obliged and I saw Walter Cronkite pick up the live TV coverage. A few hours later when I delivered my 165 papers, there were three different editions mixed. One headline said, Kennedy Visiting Dallas Texas….one said Kennedy Shot….one said Kennedy Assassinated. I wasn’t much of a reader then or now. I read the news and sports but I wasn’t a book worm like my author brother. But, even at that early age, I couldn’t get enough about 11-22-63. I was at the local newsstand awaiting the arrival of Life Magazine as they had sole possession of the Zapruder film which chronicled the assassination. As I recall, initially Life published the Zapruder frames in black and white. Color images came out weeks later in a Commemorative issue. It took years for conspiracy theories to pop up and they’ve been around ever since. They are all bullshit. Oswald acted alone. I’ve read many of the books and have visited Dealey Plaza three times. It remains, to me, the greatest historical event of my lifetime. The world really changed after that horrific day. What were you guys doing on 11-22-1963?