Wow, did I digress.
Anyhow, this is the story about this song:
There was a guy I knew where I worked. He managed a drafting team and I kept their AutoCad workstations running for him. We ended up going to Dallas for a conference on GIS systems. I can't say at the time that we were friends so much before we left (we got along all right, but weren't really close), but as four of us drove to Dallas, I got to hear some of his story. He grew up in some town in OK (I can't recall now) and used to drag race when he was younger. I'm not talking about street racing... he actually raced at a dragstrip. But he had problems with his nerves and just before the green light turned on, his foot would start to shake. At some point he got drafted and ended up in Vietnam. When he returned he got an engineering degree and worked for the petroleum industry. He got married, had some kids and ended up managing the technical drafting team.
One night he and I decided to walk down to Dealey Plaza. We ended up talking for hours and many of the things we said ended up in the song. He said he recalled how history and culture pivoted around JFK's assassination. Everything kind of turned upside down. It seems like the old rules no longer applied. He didn't seem to know whether, or not, it was a good or bad thing, but he found it unsettling. He didn't think the Beatles would have been so big without JFK's assassination, nor would our involvement in Vietnam been so great. He talked about how in Vietnam he worked on repairing aircraft and how he saw the coldness in many of the soldiers and in fact, how some of them actually liked to kill. He found that disturbing and sad. He said that was the thing he never got over.