The first time I ever saw...

...grown men weeping openly on a public street was November 22, 1963. It made a powerful impression on my 12 year old mind. We still can't measure what we lost.

RIP, JFK.

I can't, of course...

...let the date pass without notice. It's hard to say anything about what it means that folks much younger than me would understand, though, and folks my age? Well, we know, don't we?

It's an anniversary that's been commemorated for 45 years, but this year is different.

This year, I can't escape the feeling that much of what we lost on November 22, 1963 was restored on November 4, 2008. It's been a long time coming...