There is no question that JFK’s assassination was the defining moment of our generation, as are Pearl Harbor and 9/11 for those young and alive then.
A memorable drive
On the day of JFK’s death, I was in the U.S. Air Force, stationed at Kirtland AFB, Albuquerque, N.M. I was driving home from my outlying weather station at Tijeras Canyon (eight miles from Albuquerque) on Route 66. I was listening to the radio and heard the infamous news. I relived that moment many times.
Arthur A. Francis
Arthur A. Francis writes monthly Salem weather reports for The Salem News.
A classroom in shock
I was just leaving Mr. Smith’s seventh-grade English class at Shore Country Day School in Beverly. I was just stepping down from the schoolroom to the sidewalk outside with one foot on either surface when my classmate Lisa Burrage came rushing back into the classroom, knocking me back into the room. She was about my size, and as she was running in, screaming that “they shot President Kennedy”, she ran into me and knocked me to the floor. Everyone who was left in the room began to scream and cry. ... I remember that like it was yesterday.
The school building was knocked down a few years ago to make room for the new science center, but I plan to visit Shore at 2 p.m. on Friday and stand at the same place for a few minutes, where I first found out about that tragic event.
An interesting sidebar, my dad, Cmdr. J. Alex Michaud, knew JFK during his Navy command days during WWII and said that he was an incredibly smart young officer. He read so fast that he could read a book in a matter of a single sitting. My dad told us many stories of his time with JFK.