The current issue of VANITY FAIR, which continues to make hay through the Kennedy dynasty in America, reminds us: This November is the 50th anniversary of John F. Kennedy's murder in Dallas, Texas. We sure know what that means.
The bookstores will be displaying the classic and the newer books on that event. Television will run and re-run clips. The text media will carry opinion-editorials (op-eds) by famous people. And some wise-guy will resurrect the question about where we were when Kennedy was shot.
This year the rehash will be worse than ever. But it always is a force-fit of the past on the present. One way to stop this annual ritual is to not support it this year. Soon enough, for example, the low ratings for "specials" on the assassination will tell the powers-that-be that we have had it.
Full disclosure: That November 1963, I was a freshman at Seton Hill, Greensburg, Pennsylvania. On Facebook, my college classmates Lee Harrison, Charlotte Toal, Irene Nunn, and Kathleen Huebner haven't introduced the subject. I will do my best to keep it that way.