The first murder I ever witnessed was when Jack Ruby shot Lee Harvey Oswald in 1963. I was just a kid, old enough to know I had witnessed a murder, but young enough to be unable to really understand the full and final implications of that fact. My understanding that death was forever, that when someone died they were absolutely, permanently gone and wiped away from this earthly existence, was forming in my understanding, but it still wasn’t fully there.... Read more














