― Belle Malory
The date is November 22, 1963. I have the day off and am going to meet Dick at Shakey's Pizza. He is getting a haircut and then we are going shopping for a wedding suit for him. Most people we knew didn't do the tux for guys routine at weddings...just a nice, dark suit! I have just come downstairs at my rooming house...In the common living room just off the entry way is a television set around which are gathered many of my fellow roomers.
"John F. Kennedy has been shot in Dallas, Texas. We are now at Parkland Hospital where doctors are working feverishly to save his life." I join them in utter shock! Then Walter Cronkite comes on the news and, with tears in his eyes, announces that John F. Kennedy has died! The death had been announced at 1:00PM Dallas time; it is only eleven in Reno. Still in shock, I drive to Shakey's to meet Dick. He and his boss are the only ones there. There is no television there...this is before the days of Sports Bars. They did not know the latest news.
Dick had put in for a two-week leave to be home for Christmas and to get married. We were a little nervous about whether that would happen or not. And of course my mom was worried to death about me...her baby 2000 miles from home and the world in a total upheaval.