I was at Houston Hobby Airport getting ready to depart in the company plane. 
We were at a rub-down restaurant on the General Aviation side of the field 
having a late lunch and there was a radio going with some cowboy music being 
played. There was an interuption of the music and the announcer said that the 
president had been shot in Dallas. A few seconds later, he cut back in again 
and said that the assasin was thought to be a black revolutionary. Our 
waitress was black and she was very obviously scared. We left the restaurant 
without any hurry and went to flight service to file and the person on duty 
advised us not to file but to just depart immediately as he had been told 
that all civil flying would be stopped in a few minutes. We cranked up the 
Baron and departed. We talked with no one after departure and landed at a 
small field near Amarillo for fuel after dark during a dust storm. The grill 
there was closing but they had two hamburgers that they hadn't sold. We took 
them paid for the fuel and said nothing more than necessary. On the way on to 
Denver, there was a lot of flashes in the east that we hoped were lightning 
flashes and not nuclear detonations. When we got about Parker, we called 
Denver approach like nothing happened and landed. I learned later that Texas 
State troopers with automatic weapons and a copious amount of ammo had been 
dispatched from Tyler to Dallas as people in Dallas thought the asasination 
was the start of a revolution.
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