The weather forecast "Considerable cloudiness and turning cooler… Scattered thunderstorms…" But as Air Force One, the Presidential jet, landed at Love Field, a brisk breeze scattered the dark clouds that had hovered over the city like impending doom. Dallas had been cool toward the President, but the sudden warmth of the Texas sun seemed to be mirrored in the warmth of the welcome, as cheering crowds thronged love Field, pressed into the walkways along the motorcade route, and filled Market Hall to honor him at luncheon. If only the sun had not melted away the rain and dull cold! Because it did, the bulletproof bubble top was removed, and President John Fitzgerald Kennedy rode bareheaded through the streets of Dallas in an open limousine, exposed to sniper’s bullets like fish in a barrel. Smiling, waving, greeting eager throngs that lined the motorcade route, the President rode toward his date with destiny!
PRESIDENT AND MRS. KENNEDY AT LOVE FIELD
Mrs. Kennedy, gracious as always, displays red roses presented by Dallas welcoming committee. An hour later, those roses lay wilting, forgotten, among pools of blood in the floor of the President's limousine! Friendly, vibrant, the President reaches across an airport runway fence to clasp hands with smiling Dallasites. Luncheon could wait! Here were friends to greet!
11:37: Air Force One touched down at Love Field', in bright sunshine. 11:50: The Motorcade rolled out of Love Field, down Mockingbird lane to Lemmon Ave., and on into Dallas. In the President’s limousine, Governor and Mrs. John Connally rode with the Kennedy’s, as the President began his last ride eleven miles through the heart of Dallas. THE LAST BLOCK… ONE MORE BLOCK the motorcade was already picking up speed to whisk the President to crowded Market Hall, off Stemmons Freeway, where lunch was waiting. Along Houston Street (carefully supervised by Dallas police), were gathered eager lunchtime crowds, waiting for a glimpse of their President? Background: Dallas County Court buildings. Right: Old red stone courthouse resembles Sleeping Beauty Castle. Left: Dallas County Criminal Court, where Jack Ruby was later tried for his life. A half block nearer: Elm Street, and the turn into the Triple Underpass. Around that corner, six stories above the heads of security guards, Dallas Police, F.B.I., Secret Service, silent, unsuspected, lurked DESTINY! Proceeding along this peaceful, sun-drenched 'treat, Mrs. Connally turned to address the President: "You can't say Dallas wasn't friendly to you!...
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