I just finished reading 11/22/63. Loved the book--took me back in time. I got a chill reading this--I still remember where I was when the news came. I had to do the math and realized I was only 4-1/2 years old at the time. We lived on a small town in the prairies in Canada. It must have been lunch-time; as I was in the kitchen with my mother. I remember the news of the President being shot in Dallas, and the shock on my Mom's face. We were glued to the radio for the rest of the afternoon and, by the time my Dad came home for supper; the grim news had come through that he had was dead. Everyone--even Canadians--were devastated by the news. We thought the world of President Kennedy, his wife Jackie; and their family. I find the part about the roses eerie; this was what my mother always referred to when talking about that day--everywhere they had gone--Mrs. Kennedy had been given a bouquet of yellow roses; but in Dallas, they were red. Excellent account--I was rooting for George all the way!