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I was in 1st grade. We'd been out on the playground, it was one of those cool, crisp "Chrome-blue" days it only gets in the fall. We'd gone to the cafeteria for Milk, they were playing the radio over the PA speakers, & it said that the President had been shot in Dallas. I'll NEVER forget the look that came over Lois Armstrong, my normally unflappable 1st grade teacher's face. We went back up to the room & prayed for him-You could still do that in 1963 & not have a Federal case made out of it-& seems like they let us go home early. The adults were BIG-TIME scared, I remember the kids were quiet in the hall, too. 9/11, I was at work, my G/F at the time called & said there had been a plane hit the WTC-But it may have been an accident. I bolted upstairs & a lot of people were watching CNN on the TV we had in the customer's lounge-& about that time-KAPOW ! The 2nd plane hit. I went out at lunch & filled up the Valdez, not knowing if that would be the last gas I'd get to buy for a long time. They'd got the Pentagon by that time, too, & we were wondering, "What next ?!?" Strangely enuff, it was a GORGEOUS fall day, too, like 22 Nov 63 was, in juxtaposition of the awful events that happened on both days.
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