 I walked home from school five blocks. I rang the doorbell. I still remember the look on her face like, did they throw you out of school? What happened? And I said what I said in the poem, and I still remember the look on her face. She could not believe that her child, a first grader, was telling her that the president had been shot. And then we went in the house. And I assume a Roman Catholic family with great attachment to John F. Kennedy. Yes. Yes.