Exactly 50 years ago-I had just returned from lunch and I was sitting at my desk in the credit department of the Bridgeport Brass Company. Arlene, the department secretary, came running into our offices, tears streaming down her face. She was so hysterical she couldn't talk. Just then the department manager, Jack, came in and gathered the whole department around him (about 8 people). He then told us what had happened. The entire company was closed down for the rest of the day. I went home and watched events unfold on TV.
That's where I was and what I was doing the day John F. Kennedy was assassinated.
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