I remember watching the funeral prosession with the casket on the horse drawn wagon. My mother's brother lived in Dallas and took us on a couple occasions in later years while visiting on the very route that the motorcade traveled, down by the book depository and the grassy nole, all very interesting to actually be and see where history happened even though tragic, and it's amazing that with all the advancements in forensic technology and the recreation of crime scenes they still don't have a difinitive answer as to what really took place that day other than a dead President, I guess we will never know??