While passing through Dallas today I visited Dealey Plaza, named after 33rd degree Freemason George Bannerman Dealey.
It was a spooky place, shaped like a giant pyramid, and felt eerily quiet. I made two passes through and each time I was the only car there.
I was definitely not there to see the Sixth Floor Museum at the Texas School Book Depository. I was there simply to see what the grassy knoll and rest of the area looked like and what it felt like. It felt like a killing field.
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