Sarah and I have a slightly different perception of Dallas after our visit to the sixth floor museum and the grassy knoll…Jack and I walked all over the place looking for a plaque or monument marking the place where Kennedy was shot. All we could find was a faded “X” in the middle of the street. Ironically, the location of the shooting is only feet away from the ford across the Trinity River that was to become the beginnings of the city of Dallas in the late 1830’s.


A few blocks away stands the concrete cubical structure Jackie Kennedy had erected as a memorial. The white construct shows the dingy signs of neglect. It’s as if the city itself wishes to erase from it’s memory a moment in history the world may never forget.
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Posted by Wildman

Husband. Dad. Pastor. I like to capture moments, pull their threads, and see what unravels. Lead well, read well, think well. And grace. Lots of grace.

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