On Friday November 22, 1963 I was five years old and my father picked me up in his new 1963 Ford pickup at noon from Kindergarten in Humansville.
It was brilliant, sunshiny day and shirtsleeve weather.
My father could barely operate a stove except to make coffee and fry bologna. About a quarter of one he was frying bologna for our dinner and we were both singing along with Talk Back Trembling Lips on the kitchen table radio when the Dee Jay stopped the song and we heard—
President Kennedy has been wounded in the head in his motorcade in Dallas Texas today a few minutes ago. Stand by for further developments as KWTO receives them.
I ran to the living room to turn on the television and Daddy served us there, and the phone started ringing. Mama came home early from teaching school and we all watched the entire thing live.
Ever since that day the JFK assassination has fascinated me. I can’t count all the books I’ve read and documentaries I’ve watched.
If you have any interest in the JFK assassination go someplace where you can spend an hour and a half to watch Chasing Oswald, a Timeline on YouTube.
It’s not about any of the usual conspiracy angles.
What if?
Marina Oswald had agreed to take their kids and come back to Dallas and start over, on Thursday night?
Or on Friday morning Oswald’s driver had checked his package of curtain rods and said, I’m not going to haul a rifle to Dallas put that thing back in Mrs Paine’s garage?
Or Officer Tippet had not been so observant and Oswald walked right on by?
Or if one of Jack Ruby’s strippers had waited a bit longer to beg $25 from him?
Or if a Postal Inspector had not questioned Oswald and delayed him on the Sunday morning transfer?
The actual timeline between 12:30 Friday until Ruby shot Oswald on Sunday is something I’ve never seen this well explored.








