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JFK visits Tampa November 18, 1963



The photos above are Franklin st when Kennedy's motorcade went through downtown Tampa four days before the assassination in Dallas and how it looks today.The photo in 1963 was taken by a high school student who had won a contest to a be a photographer for the Tampa Tribune for a day. In some strange, alternative universe this may have been the spot where the shots rang out out from the Press building or the Floridan Hotel.

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