so, I punch in "Dallas" and "Memorial" in the ol' gun-friendly search-engine, and guess what popped up?
yup, a link to ye olde Sixth Floor Museum. Well, I had known that JFK had been assassinated in Dallas, but hadn't thought about it in a long time. Also, I figured since JFK served in the military, it was apropriate.
anyway, so we made plans to check out the Book Depository, located at the corner of Elm and Houston streets, in sunny Downtown Dallas, Texas. I didn't know what to expect, and didn't really have any preconceived notions as to what they would have. I kinda figured they'd have Oswald's little "sniper's perch" set up, and that'd be it.
I was sorely mistaken. much to my delight, and surprise, they had a LOT more.
however, much to my chagrin, they were posted with a 30.06 sign, so I had to perform the "Walk of Shame" back out to ye olde truck; to place the Gat in my titanium reinforced, deadly gas booby-trapped lockbox.
regardless, not wanting to ruin the experience, we entered, untethered by my Hand Cannon, and purchased our tickets. the audio tour was great. It's narrated by one of the reporters covering the presidential motorcade that day. Coincidentally, that reporter ran into (literally) Oswald, as Oswald was vacating the Book Depository.
The tour itself was just riddled with displays that contained photos, information, videos (like the Jack Ruby vid), and some actual items. They have the corner that Oswald used sequestered off, so you can get an idea of exactly how he was lined up and what-have-ya. it's neat, looking out of the 6th floor, you really get an idea of how it all went down, and the feasability of the 3 shots taken.

This is the 6th floor (the one with the window open). pic from the street.

This X in the road marks the first hit. this shot went through JFK's neck, hit Gov Connally in the back, went through his right wrist, and embedde itself in his left thigh. down the road a ways is the second X, where JFK was struck in the head.
then we ventured up to the 7th floor, which is where they have literally ALL of the homevideos shot that day, including the famous Abraham Zapruder footage of the actual assassination. was fascinating, to say the least.
afterwards, we went down and sat on the Grassy Knoll and talked about all that we had learned. Surprised me how much the 12yr old had gotten out of the occasion. I think she genuinely grasped the gravity of all that had transpired that day. After that, we took a stroll to the big square memorial to JFK. and then homeward bound.
all in all, a great trip.
as an aside, did have an interesting "security" related happening. before we got to the Museum, we stopped at a CVS down the street so I could get some cash for parking

The Bum walked up on my side of the truck, and began to knock on the window and holler something. I glanced up at the sound, threw the truck in gear, and floored it.
I knew he was walking up on us, but he appeared to have walked past. musta stopped and came back on us, while I was putting on my seatbelt. Glad I had the doors locked, and glad I drive a V8!

all's well that ends well, right?
