One of the ways we can gauge the impact of events is through markers. Nov. 22 each year is a marker. Each year on this date I feel a wave of grief, knowing that it’s the day on which President John F. Kennedy was assassinated. I don’t imagine there’s a person of my generation who was not affected.
On 11/22 each year (what remarkable numbers the day has), I also have tremendously-fond memories. But this is the first year in which that event has been largely overwhelmed by what is actually happening. It’s the first year, for me, that so many people are actually matching JFK in their commitment to peace and freedom.