An unforgettable day

EDITOR: Gaye LeBaron's column on the assassination of President John F. Kennedy in 1963 took me back ("Nov. 22, 1963: As world reels, paper gets word out," Sunday). I was covering the San Diego Police Department for the old San Diego Evening Tribune.

The first indication of any happening out-of-the-ordinary was when police officers ran past the press room in bullet-proof vests, carrying automatic weapons. Officers blocked building entrances with squad cars and sand bags.

The police department was on full alert. The Mexican border closed, and all commercial and Navy ships moored in the harbor were ordered to face their bows out to sea and single-up mooring lines with engines running.

It was more than 30 minutes before we learned Kennedy had been assassinated. That was a day I'll never forget.


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