It was my junior year of high school. I had a teacher who was impassioned by the JFK’s assassination. Frothing at the mouth obsessed with Dallas on November 22, 1963. I think he was in Kindergarten and it affected him deeply.
I was a history know-it-all in high school. I was a walking copy of Cultural Literacy: What Every American Needs to Know. The conspiracy theory around JFK whet my appetite for useless knowledge.
Since that spring, I have soaked up all the mumblings. I’m a casual observer. They’re a sociology case study wrapped in a psychology case study dipped in a need for psychoactive drugs. I don’t ascribe to any one particular theory. My pal Katy and I have our own theory. It involves Marilyn Monroe and LBJ.
On Twitter last night, this article, The ‘Faked’ Oswald Photo Is Probably Real showed up in my stream. Now I’m tangled up online search updating my little brain on recent “facts” that have surfaced in the few years I have lapsed in my data. I’m retraining myself from buying The Kennedy Assassination–24 Hours After: Lyndon B. Johnson’s Pivotal First Day as President.
I still say Oswald was a patsy.
