COLLINS: 60 years later, details of JFK assassination remain a mystery
WHEN PEOPLE ASK ME, “Where were you when…?” if I think hard, I will remember a few things. But three things immediately stand out.
I remember working in the newsroom the morning of 9/11. The drama and tragedy of that day will be forever ingrained in my mind.
In 1968, as a fairly green all-night announcer in Grande Prairie, Alberta, I remember reading the teletype reports that Robert Kennedy had been killed.
And as a high-school student in Prince Rupert, I remember the principal coming on the PA to tell us that JFK had been shot, and later, that he had died.