I was a Freshman at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. That morning had been miserable-- pouring down rain. Having a full Friday schedule over a broad area of the campus, I had started out the day by buying an umbrella at the then University Co-op (now University Bookstore) on State Street. I still have that umbrella. I had finished having lunch with my best friend in college, and we headed to a class we were taking together, Intro to American Politics. The 1:20 PM class was held in the only classroom in the Hydraulics Building, a somewhat isolated structure along Lake Mendota. When we got into class, we were met by an unusual site-- everyone was listening intently to a radio, including Professor Jack Dennis, who sat still on the desk in the front. We asked what was going on, and someone said the President had been shot. It was only minutes later that the announcement that the President was dead came over that radio. Professor Dennis immediately announced that class was dismissed. The rest of my images of the next four days came from black-and-white television-- the procession in the Capitol Rotunda as thousands passed the flag-draped coffin and the Honor Guard stood stiff and still; Jack Ruby shooting Lee Oswald on Sunday morning; and the funeral procession on Monday. 73 Bill Dvorak Madison WI _______________________________________________ IRCA mailing list [email protected] http://montreal.kotalampi.com/mailman/listinfo/irca
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