I wrote this book to not only plead with others to help find my grandfather’s missing film, but to honor him with the respect he never received during his lifetime.  My grandfather was an ordinary man.  He was in Dealey Plaza on November 22, 1963 to share the event with his family:  Me, my grandmother and my mother.  He had a new Keystone Camera with a grip handle.  His friend, Secret Service Agent Forrest Sorrels told him where to stand to get the best pictures.  He, like many others in Dallas that day, came dressed in their Sunday best to greet our nation’s sovereign leader. Shots rang out.  Lives changed. The rest is history…a history that hasn’t yet truly been written.  I hope to help change that with this book.

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