Did I hear old fart

:dunno Well I was in 2nd grade at the time - Miss Hemphill's class (she also taught my mom by the way at a one room country school(fortunately for me that one room school was no more)- notice the 'miss' and not the MRS - gives you an idea about her -- buttttt I digress) and I remember her running into class crying shortly after lunch. Not crying quietly either. I then remember watching Walter Cronkite on our graining black and white TV. I also remember Lee Harvey Oswald getting shot on TV and Dad yelling in disbelief when that occurred- and finally I remember the funeral procession on TV. More vividly, 6 years later I remember Bobby Kennedy being shot. The next morning I had Sister School (nuns- Summer week class) and the nuns crying. Bobby was the guy I was pulling for - even as 8th grader I was pretty aware. Of course MLKJr being shot a couple of months before that was terrible. 1968 was one hugely, ugly, terrible year full of riots, assassinations, the TET offensive in Vietnam, Dem Convention turmoil, president not running, poor economy, etc. 1968 is easily one of the top 5 worst years that I have lived through as an American.