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I was in high school at the time, and I remember being sent home from school early–something that never happened at my large, public high school on Staten Island. I walked, stunned and crying, to the bus stop with friends. I don't think I had any idea how to process the news. I don't really know if I thought about it then, but I had been so excited by the Kennedy election. JFK had made a campaign stop at the Staten Island ferry terminal in the months before the election and my Dad had taken me to hear him speak; I shook his hand and he autographed a paper for me that I still have. I suspect that must have run through my mind at the time, although all that is clear in my memory now is a feeling of very personal loss.
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