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In reply to the discussion: November 22, 1963 [View all]RoverSuswade
(641 posts)I was in a record store (remember those) on South Illinois Street in Indianapolis. I was about to buy an LP of the Limeliters for $3.98 when this "hippie-type" guy with a transistor radio at his ear yelled out "The President's been shot." People either laughed at him or ignored him until he said "no, listen" and held the radio out. It was true. I felt sick and left the store and went back to my hotel where I was attending a Music Educators convention at the Severin Hotel. The sessions for the day had been cancelled. I checked out of the hotel, got in my Volkswagen, and drove south to my home near Evansville. As I approached the tiny town of "Freedom" on Highway 67 the announcer on the radio said he was dead. I never felt so despondent and lonely in my life.