Took Chris to Union Station in Dallas to catch an Amtrak train out to the Eastern seaboard — an interesting experience that I must comment upon tomorrow — but we got to the station more than a bit early.
As is our wont, after a shufti of the station and the surrounding environs, we went for a bit of a walk-about, and I showed him Dealey Plaza which he had never visited before.
As we contemplated the famous ‘X’s painted on the road, he turned around to find the sniper’s position and pointed to a building some distance away.
“Nope,” sez I, “It’s right here.” — pointing to the Book Depository.
“Hell, you could have hit him with a good, healthy spit!”
I have never understood the folks who get all fuzzy about the “difficulty” of Oswald’s shot. While not a cake-walk, it’s a shot that could be made by any competent deer hunter.
We then strolled over to the Grassy Knoll and walked around behind the famous picket fence — where True Believers have spent idle moments penning mawkish prose, Exhortations of Conspiracy, Declarations of Awful Truth, and the occasional sly wit, when I saw his mouth twitch.
“When you get back home, Google the name of the captain of that Jap destroyer that oopsied the PT109, and when you come back to pick me up, bring a sharpie.”
I have no idea what message Lieutenant Commander Kohei Hanami is going to leave on that picket fence, but I’m pretty certain that it’s going to morally offend a whole bunch of JFK fans.