The bullet that blew apart the magnificent head of John Kennedy passed within
inches of his wife,
Jacqueline. She remembered the horror in slow motion, a quizzical look on his face as a fragment of his skull flew backward.
I happened to be the only Canadian journalist in the underground garage of the Dallas police station that bright Sunday morning two days later, when JFK's accused assassin, Lee Harvey Oswald, was gunned down by Jack Ruby.
Here we go again! Another conspiracy theory -- this time by a woman who has written a 600-page book (Me and Lee) claiming she and Lee Harvey Oswald were lovers and that instead of assassinating John Kennedy in 1963, he was trying to save him.