Last week, we had a book signing gig at the Sixth Floor Museum in Dallas. That's our book on the left.
The event was an emotional experience for me. A couple of times during my presentation, I choked up. Dealey Plaza. The Sixth Floor Museum. That's hallowed ground. Plus, I was weary from three days and a thousand miles on the Interstate (our semi-annual migration between Minnesota/Texas).
But I've choked up before when we discuss those terrible days when we were young reporters covering the assassination of President Kennedy and the subsequent killing of Lee Harvey Oswald. At first, my reactions surprised me. But no longer. My tears seem to come when I am describing the Kennedys. They were beautiful people.
It is especially difficult to describe filming of Jackie coming out of the Parkland Hospital emergency exit and standing beside the hearse. His blood dried dark on her pink dress. Her grief on display "so they would know what they have done."
I have no such difficulty talking about Jack Ruby standing right next to me in the moments before he shot Oswald. Murder just a few feet in front of me. Part of a day's work for a young reporter.
This weekend, we have another book gig. This time we make an appearance at Books on the Bosque, November 9 & 10, at Bosque Conservatory in Clifton, Texas. I've learned to bring a handkerchief.
FYI -- our book "When the News Went Live" is now in the fourth printing. Now in paperback, it is affordable enough for J-schools.