Sally will be ministering in concert today.
Come and worship the Lord!
The Music & Ministry Of Sally Klein O'Connor
by ipm-mgr
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It’s truly hard to believe it’s been 60 years to the day since our youngest elected President, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, was taken from us in so abrupt and shocking a manner on November 22, 1963.
Those of us who are, shall we say, “of a certain age” can remember where we were and what we were doing when the announcement breached our homes and television sets, revealing the 35th President of the United State had been felled in Dallas by an assassin’s bullet.
“Democrats AND Republicans had lost their leader that day.”
At the time there was so much confusion and so many unanswered questions. How could such a thing happen? Have they caught the perpetrator? Was anyone else hurt in the gunfire? Did Mrs. Kennedy even know her husband was dead, her children left fatherless? Many of those questions, which left us momentarily in the dark, were answered soon enough by intrepid reporters of the news. But many, many questions remain to this day.
When people go on a vacation, they often have an iconic destination in mind. Disneyland, the Eiffel Tower, and the Grand Canyon spring to mind as this type of larger-than-life target to point the ol’ minivan toward and shout “Onward, HO!”—or whatever one is wont to shout in such circumstance these days.
. . . my heart and mind were always drawn to the little strip of roadway in downtown Dallas where President John F. Kennedy was murdered.
While Disneyland did hold a well-defined fascination for me as a boy, there weren’t that many tourist targets I wanted to visit so badly I’d spend over a dozen hours in the car, patiently building anticipation by watching mileage signs and billboards dot an endless highway toward a mythic respite. Plus, I’d need someone to do the driving which could be problematic when you are ten.
But ever since I was a youngster, knee-high to a tadpole, I have always wanted to visit Dealey Plaza in Dallas, Texas. I know . . . not exactly The White House or even San Francisco’s famed Fisherman’s Wharf in terms of overall vacation appeal. But ever since the tragic events of November 22, 1963 my heart and mind were always drawn to the little strip of roadway in downtown Dallas where President John F. Kennedy was murdered.
by ipm-mgr