Chilling Days in November

It was a typical November day in Mr Dunburg's class at Mt Daniel Elementary School. A voice comes over the intercom: "Mr Dunburg?"
"Yes"
"Would you like some news?"
"Certainly."
"The President has been shot."
Much of the following days are a blur. I recall their bringing a television into the classroom as we watched CBS News coverage that JFK had been shot in Dallas, Texas.
I believe we went home from school early.
At home, we were glued to the television, watching as Walter Cronkite gave updates and confirmed to America that indeed, John F Kennedy had died as a result of a gunshot in Dallas, Texas.

I'm told it was a Monday when President Kennedy was taken to his resting place. A slow, sad, procession came down the street. Dad had taken me over to DC to witness history. I saw the flag draped coffin go by, the horse missing the rider and countless limousines, strange, long Cadillacs. In one of them, I saw a familiar face. I was quite a fan of the show "The Thin Man" on television and the star, Peter Lawford, the brother-in-law of the slain President came into view. Breaking protocol, in my youthful excitement of seeing my television heror, I said, "Hay!" and waved at Mr Lawford. In return, I got a wink and a wave from Mr Lawford.
In the midst of all that confusion and sadness, this little kid received a lifetime memory.
Some time later, Dad took me, with my new camera to the National Cemetery to visit the grave of the slain leader.
Yeah, I know. You didn't think I was all that old.