I had a job as a stenographer at an insurance company and some of us went out to lunch across the street at a drugstore (they had food in those days) and as we were coming out people were hollering and crying - "The President was shot". For some reason I did not cry. To this day I can't figure it out. Everyone was crying except me. The only time I cried was when I saw the horse with the inverted boots. And then I couldn't stop. Edie