During my second visit to Dallas (the first occupied
entirely by work), a group of us took the pilgrimage and found people selling this
memorabilia, if you will. Some people attempted to show us around as if we couldn’t
look up, yep, sixth floor window, look at the road-x, x, look across the
street, grassy knoll (there is actually a large yellow and black sign announcing “grassy knoll”) . You certainly don’t need a tour guide. Aside from the
grisly booklets, an author or two have set up stands to sell, I guess, their
books on the subject.
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There was a woman selling t-shirts that proclaimed “1963-2013 Dallas”, as if this were a fiftieth anniversary worth marking with a commemorative t-shirt. Should have gotten some of those for the grandkids…
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Except for a one-half-block section of perfidy, you are a beautiful, tidy place with scores of other diversions that still can’t expunge the one horrible day you had nearly 50 years ago.