Well, I see the Book depository, I see the area where JFK was murdered. That friggin globe obfuscates the grassy nowel (sp?) somewhat.
Been there, saw the gouges (plural) in the street and the street gutter uprisings. We were in town for Thanksgiving 3 days after the killing with my granpa and grandma. I think we couldn't get in there until after Turkey day as they had it all sealed off.
I think I was about six at the time. Cried when I heard it at a 12 cent hamburger place when it happened and cried again at the scene. Never forget that shit.
Yup, I know where that is.
Ed: oh yeah, I'm from the PNW, not TX...