Sarah Jane Moore

Oh, yeah.

I don't remember anything different.

So I assume it was a nice day.

I was kind of, you know, in my own head.

I'm

87 years old.

Don't expect me to remember little details like that.

Yeah.

But at any rate, you know, I parked in the parking garage across, right across from the hotel as a park, but there's a parking garage underneath.

Walked over and walked across the street.

There were sidewalks on both sides of the street.

There were people on both sidewalks.

And there was a barrier, a rope barrier, right, keeping us back on the sidewalk.

And my plan had always been to be back in the crowd.

You know, and I was dressed like every other middle-aged woman that was there.

Yes, I was wearing slacks.

That was at the beginning of when it was natural for women to wear slacks.

I had a coat on, and I was carrying a purse, and I went back into the middle of the crowd, as I had planned to do.

Anyway, I felt a man come up against me and socialize as I was in that day and time.

I looked at him and realized that it was crowd pressure, that he had not done anything out of ordinary.