I still remember what I was doing when I found out Kennedy had been shot: sitting at home, reading the JFK Wikipedia page.
It’s always surreal to stand on spot on which the world has been focused for nearly 60 years, and it’s a real spot all right. The yellow X on the street in front of the SUV marks where the first bullet hit the President.
It also marks the only thing there is to do in Dallas besides drinking and shopping. When I was living there, I brought anyone who visited me to the book depository first thing, and then I guess we got drunk and bought shit. And that is the real tragedy.
