If you're like me, when you open up a copy of Killing Kennedy, by Bill O'Reilly, you won't just read it. You'll devour it. It's about something that hit us all in the gut.
When I began reading this book, I wasn't sure what to expect. After all, I had lived through the times, and paid attention to them. I was young at the time, but not too young to know what was going on in the world.
I'd known about the Bay of Pigs and the naval blockade of Cuba. I couldn't help but know about the blockade. In school, we discussed current events, and debated them on the debate team. But what really made the blockade real was the day our war ships loomed like mountains in the morning fog at the end of our own street. They were making their way out to sea, and south to their destination. You see, the Navy base was just minutes away, and our home stood a short walk to the edge of the Atlantic.
So, things got very real, very quickly. From then on, a lot of kids my age paid an unusual amount of attention to what was going on in the nation's capitol, and the man who was in charge.
He was generally quite popular with teenagers. He was young, handsome, athletic, articulate, and engaging. His beautiful wife was the envy of every wanna be fashionista, and the kids were story-book adorable What wasn't to like?
And then, suddenly, one terrible day in Dallas . . .
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