I was in my high school economics class when an announcement was made over the PA that President Kennedy had been shot in Dallas. There was quite a bit of shock to hear this message, but class continued on. A short while later we got a message that the President was in fact dead, and the rest of the school day was cancelled. Walking out of that classroom and down to our lockers was an experience that I will remember till I die. While class dismissal was normally a noisey, boisterous time, it was deathly silent, with only the sound of lockers opening and closing, and muffled footsteps on the tile floor. Not a word was spoken. That memory is as vivid today as it was 50 years ago.