cutie, eh?I got out of school that day to go down and take some photos, but I had a date that Friday night with Trish Eagan. So I drove my parent's 1963 Chevy Impala into the garage for a quick hand wash from a bucket without anyone seeing me.
I had the radio on the Mighty KLIF listening to pop hits: the Surfaris' "Wipe Out," Eydie Gorme's "Blame It on the Bossa Nova" and Elvis' "(You're The) Devil in Disguise" when there was breaking news, the announcer intoned, "Three shots have been reportedly fired in the Presidential motorcade."
I though, "What dumb son-of-a-bitch would do that?"
Just that instant my grandmother opened the door into the garage from the den and said, "Danny, someone shot the President--"
The rest, as they say, was history.
Within two weeks my world had turned upside down. My Lake Highlands High School Wildcats football team that was winning like a house a fire-- averaging 44 points per game-- going into the play-offs playing Rockwall. We lost the night Kennedy was killed, 40-0.
My Dad was made the Project Manager of the Blue Mesa Dam project in Gunnison, Colorado, and we moved there pronto where my cousin Wicky and I were hated because we just move from Dallas, the city that killed Kennedy.
And, Trish, sweet, sweet Trish-- She of the dark smooth complexion, huge brown eyes, long lovely legs and magnificent bosom-- Well, I lost her even though we tried to get back together a few years later when I was closer, being a freshman at Louisiana State College in Monroe, Louisiana.
Yet distance, as she almost always does, did us in.
However, years later in Hollywood I used those days to write a screenplay about what 'really happened' with the Kennedy Assassination. Extra Shot was a fine piece of speculative fiction, if I do say so myself, that had The Trish character's father being a Cuban hitman who pulled the trigger on JFK from the grassy knoll and my film producer character discovering this from a roll of 17 year old film that had a picture of the gunman doing the deed. My character finds out he knocked up Trish that night and she had his son but he never knew until he tracked her down 17 years later after finding the film--
Yadda yadda yadda-- The ending took place in the White House as my character bring the 'bad guy' down.
The script was optioned twice but never produced.
I recall my agent told me the last producer wanted Valerie Bertinelli to play the Trish character and Mark Harmon mine but he could never get the deal's financing together and eventually the option reverted back to me where it is still.
So, big, that is my day that Kennedy was shot tale and yes, I am old!
But I keep on ticking even as fate... 
tries it best to do me in--