On Saturday we all went to the Sixth Floor Museum at the old Book Depository in Dallas. (The window on the end just below the decorative brick is the one that Lee Harvey Oswald shot through.) It was a sobering look at the events surrounding the assassination of John F. Kennedy. John and I were just entering high school when it happened. The country had been filled with the promise of a young president and his new ideas. Young people were joining the Peace Corps. There was such enthusiasm and hopefulness for the future. Then with a rifle bought for $12.75 it all came to an end.