The 50th anniversary of the assassination of John Fitzgerald Kennedy. I was seven years old and home from school, sick that day. I saw it in “realtime” - back then we called it “live”. I didn’t see the actual shooting, but I’ll never forget black and white screen; “NBC News We interrupt this program to bring you a special news bulletin.” The four days of funereal that followed and the deep sadness of an entire country made a lasting impression on me. Though I’m sure I didn’t understand his speeches, I was deeply moved by the way JFK spoke - there was always a sense of possibility in his words and the suggestion that our power as individuals, and as a nation, made it incumbent upon us to strive for a greatness that might benefit the common good. He and Jackie’s love and promotion of the arts as a centerpiece of American life was a bold new concept - I swear I can remember Robert Frost reading at Kennedy’s inauguration three years earlier, but perhaps it was a tape I saw much later. His challenge to the nation to make it to the moon and back within the decade was a galvanizing force for all kinds of innovation. His untimely death was the first of three assassinations that punctuated the turbulent 60’s. For many of my generation it was truly the end of innocence.