After the assassination, I was filled with a burning hatred for Lee Harvey Oswald. After Oswald was killed by Jack Ruby, I swore that someday I would go to Dallas, find Oswald's grave, and piss on it.
I've been to Dallas a few times since then, as I have relatives there. One night in 1975, a cousin took me to the Texas School Book Depository and I stood on the ground directly below the window where Oswald fired the shots. I remember how close and accessible Elm Street seemed from where I was. I could see it wind around, first slightly to the right, then slightly leftward, down towards the overpass. I remember dark gray concrete with white highway stripes. The scene before me was largely deserted of people and cars, as it was night time. I was shocked to see how easy Oswald's shots appeared to be. (See a graphic of Dealey Plaza here.)
Fifty years later, I have become a conservative Republican, but I still bitterly resent Oswald's cancellation of a presidential election by bullet. I still hate the little commie bastard. And I really need to go visit my cousins in Dallas. Maybe I'll finally get to visit Oswald's grave. After several beers, I should be ready.
UPDATE: If you are in Fort Worth and feel a need to relieve yourself, directions to Oswald's grave are at this link.
