It's not a cliché to say that if you were above the age of reason 50 years ago on this day, you remember with a preternatural clarity where you were and what you were doing the moment you got the news that John F. Kennedy was dead.
I was in my seventh grade art class at Assumption School in Westport, CT making a collage out of construction paper when Sister Superior of the Order of Notre Dame announced over the loudspeaker in her inimitable Boston accent that the president had been shot and killed.
Here are some links:
Art Buchwald's memorial poem.
Michael Winerip of the New York Times on a reunion of Kennedy's honor guard and body bearers.
A sampler of Kennedy's speeches.
Kennedy and Obama and the March of Folly by Alexander Cockburn.