After they passed, I turned to go to my eighth-floor room at the Adolphus and before I reached there, the shots rang out and sirens started screaming, and people were shouting and running everywhere in all directions. When I walked into my room to put down my manuals (I was working for the Department of Labor, pricing for the cost of living index in Dallas), I could see from my window the chaos at the Texas Schoolbook Depository Building where the president was shot. Hundreds of police cars, fire trucks and mobs of people were running in all directions. It was the most terrifying experience I have ever had.
My friend (now husband, Tom) was stationed at Fort Sill, Okla., and was enroute to Dallas when all of this was taking place. On Sunday morning, we went down to take pictures in front of the book depository from where Lee Harvey Oswald shot President Kennedy. So did lots of other people and some had portable radios. While we were there, we heard over the radio that Jack Ruby had just shot and killed Oswald as they were transporting him to prison. (Ruby’s nightclub was just down the street from the Adolphus Hotel.)
At that point, we decided it was time for me to turn in my government car, head to the airport and get out of Dallas.