When I heard the news at school my first reaction was a smart ass comment to another nerd type wondering what kind of president Johnson would make. The comment was made mainly, I think these fifty years on, to show I knew the name of the vice president.
It took the race of tears that rushed through the school to sober me and point me toward the power of the moment.
Fifty Years ago.
Mainly the late president has become a screen on which we can each of us project our hopes and fears of what if.
Dreams are real.