They let us out of school early and, because my mother worked and my school was only a few blocks from the middle of town, I walked down Market Street (it was a different era and it was not uncommon then for kids to walk around by themselves). I remember an unusual amount of people on the sidewalks but it seemed terribly quiet somehow. As I walked past stores, televisions were set in doorways and people clustered around them to watch the reports as they came in.
A couple of days later, I was watching a live broadcast and saw Lee Harvey Oswald get shot by Jack Ruby. For several days we watched a lot of television. All that was broadcast dealt with the assassination and the aftermath. I remember a lot of live broadcasts — all black and white — like the funeral procession and Arlington, in addition to Oswald and Jack Ruby.
(A few years later, I got a call at the theater where I was assistant manager, advising me of the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King and putting me on alert in case there were angry crowds. A couple of months after that, while listening to late-night radio, I heard a live broadcast of Robert Kennedy speaking upon winning the California presidential primary, and I was still listening a moment later when he was shot. They were interesting times.)