gary
20-09-2015, 02:50 PM
As I often say, you can never really claim that you have been to a particular place,
only that you have been to a particular place at a particular point in time.
Places change.
However, when I found myself in Dealey Plaza (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dealey_Plaza) in Dallas in March of this year, everything looked eerily familiar.
Dealey Plaza (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dealey_Plaza) is a National Historic Landmark and has been preserved to resemble as close as possible as it was on November 22, 1963.
As I stood next to a plaque marking where Abraham Zapruder (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abraham_Zapruder)shot the 8mm film (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C7rLYh52fPE), there it all was -
the view of the 6th floor window of the Texas School Book Depository (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Texas_School_Book_Depository), Elm Street where the motorcade passed and the "Grassy Knoll".
When I made my way around the back of the Picket Fence, my gaze panned across that fatal spot on Elm Street.
Within a couple of days, my journey would take me to a very different place where I would be contemplating Cold War artifacts from
another chapter of the John F. Kennedy era - the Cuban Missile Crisis.
only that you have been to a particular place at a particular point in time.
Places change.
However, when I found myself in Dealey Plaza (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dealey_Plaza) in Dallas in March of this year, everything looked eerily familiar.
Dealey Plaza (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dealey_Plaza) is a National Historic Landmark and has been preserved to resemble as close as possible as it was on November 22, 1963.
As I stood next to a plaque marking where Abraham Zapruder (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abraham_Zapruder)shot the 8mm film (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C7rLYh52fPE), there it all was -
the view of the 6th floor window of the Texas School Book Depository (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Texas_School_Book_Depository), Elm Street where the motorcade passed and the "Grassy Knoll".
When I made my way around the back of the Picket Fence, my gaze panned across that fatal spot on Elm Street.
Within a couple of days, my journey would take me to a very different place where I would be contemplating Cold War artifacts from
another chapter of the John F. Kennedy era - the Cuban Missile Crisis.