In the county where I grew up there were three doctors back then. The one we saw, like many country doctors back then did it all...he delivered me and I continued to go to him until I was in my 20's. He had this office and would spend the morning at the hospital 20 miles away. Around 1:00pm he would arrive and start seeing patients, he was a little late and we were the first ones in the door{why not I am getting shots!!!!} I was scared to death, having older siblings that told stories about the 7 inch ling needle didn't help much...it sure looked 7 inches long as he was filling it with vaccine.
My said to him, "wasn't it terrible what happened to the president this morning??" He barely looked up and said. "I was in the operating room all morning, what happened??" "They shot him", replied my mother, "He is dead...they just announced it."
The doctor dropped the needle and he ran out to go next door to a gas company to verify the news...the gas company had a television, not everyone did in those days. He came back a few minutes later and was in tears and said he "couldn't see anyone else today, come back tomorrow."
I remember it like it was yesterday.