At 12:20pm that day, I was sitting in Grace Lautenbach’s freshman Wnglish class at Pella Commynity High School. The principal interrupted the class via intercom, and it was the middle of 5th period ( which was a “split-lunch hour) and announced that there were reports that President Kennedy had been shot at in Dallas and their would be reports forthcoming. A little after 1:00pm, as the period ended, the Principal came back on the intercom and announced that Kennedy had been assassinated, and the “pep assembly” scheduled later that afternoon was cancelled. However, the game that night with Valley would be played as scheduled and the pep busses would leave the High School at their scheduled time.
Pella High got their asses handed to them that night at the old Phoenix Grade School gym in West Des Moines.
When I got home from the game (probably about 11pm), Kennedy was still dead and Oswald was still the lead suspect and the rifle had been found. The next few days were a blur…and Sunday I watched my first murder in my life as Ruby gunned down Oswalt inside Dallas Police Headquarters on national TV.
The world pivoted at this point in history.