“I was going to summer school in August of 1966 at UT, and working part-time at Capital National Bank at night. I remember August 1 well. I lived at apartments on the hill where Mike Meyers track stadium is now.
I stood outside and watched the puffs of smoke from Whitman’s rifle on the tower. It was a perfectly clear and sunny day.
We had no idea that with the scope Whitman had we could have been a target even at that distance.
When getting to work a little after 5 PM, I found out my mother had called from Abilene to see if I was OK. The bank had told Mom that I wasn’t there yet, AND that I was never late! By the time I called my mother back she was in tears big time.”