I was at a yearly convention and luncheon for an organization I belonged to.
The news generated a discussion of whether to continue with the afternoon session, but almost no one was in any mood to continue, many were quite visibly upset, and we decided to adjourn.
I remember that when I got in the car, and turned on the radio, all regular programming had stopped. There were only somber announcements of the President's death, with few details at that point, and some playing of patriotic music. I was driving a friend home from the convention and, throughout the brief trip, I kept venting angry feelings toward LBJ--I was sure he was in some way behind what happened because it occurred in Texas, and I thought this would be the end of the civil rights movement. I was just very upset, not thinking too rationally, and my most predominant immediate reaction to the news was anger and some disbelief. As soon as I walked into the house, and turned on the TV, there was only a still photo of JFK on the screen, with the years of his birth and death under it. At that point, the impact and reality of his death really hit me, and I began sobbing, and I continued to cry, and to remain glued to the TV, for the next several days.
The horror of watching Ruby shoot Oswald, and witnessing a murder on live TV, has never really left me. I remember letting out a very loud scream at the time.
They really haven't mentioned the assassination in the news this year. That makes me feel even more ancient.