As soon as Tague figured out the online auction business, he started doing a brisk trade in JFK assassination books, some drawn from his vast personal collection. The store features rarities like a $400 first edition of Forgive My Grief IV by Penn Jones Jr., the assassination researcher who brought to light the now discredited notion that witnesses to the assassination were being knocked off by a shadowy murder squad. Other books in the 500-plus item store include The Killing of a President by Robert J. Groden, which contains shocking autopsy photos of JFK, the original 1964 Warren Commission Report, the director's cut of Oliver Stone's film JFK, and Tague's own Truth Withheld, signed by the author. Tague's eBay store is, if nothing else, a testament to the remarkable life of JFK's death.

"The main thing is keeping those books available to the younger generation," Tague says. "What fascinates me is that not a day goes by that I don't get one or two requests for autographs. I hit a record about three months ago with 19 requests in one day. It's usually young kids, high school or college age. It blows my mind."

Tague says it was "a pure accident" that he was close enough to JFK in Dealey Plaza to be hit by a bullet meant for the president. On that November day, Tague was only vaguely aware that Kennedy was visiting Dallas, and had no interest in viewing the motorcade. He had a noon luncheon date in downtown Dallas with the woman who would later become his wife and was running late. Just before 12:30, he hurriedly pulled off of Stemmons Freeway onto Commerce Street, driving under a triple underpass. Just as he emerged from the underpass, there was a line of cars stopped directly in front of him. Tague put his vehicle into park, walked out of the car and stepped into history.

"I first thought it was an automobile accident," says Tague. "So I got out of my car and walked three or four steps and I looked up and saw a car coming towards me with two flags on each fender. And I remembered at that point that the president was in town and this was evidently his motorcade."

Just then, Tague heard a pop--what sounded like a loud firecracker exploding--followed a few seconds later by two sharp cracks. Tague felt something sting him on the right cheek. Seeing the crowd begin to scatter, Tague ducked behind a concrete abutment under the triple underpass and saw Kennedy's car blur by as it picked up speed headed for Parkland Hospital. After the presidential limousine passed, Tague scurried over to the sidewalk near the now-infamous grassy knoll.

"I got there just in time to hear a man sobbing, 'His head exploded, his head exploded,'" recalls Tague. "And the policeman asked, 'Whose head?' And the man said, 'The president's.'"

Tague told Dallas Deputy Sheriff Buddy Walthers, who was standing nearby, that something had stung him during the shooting, and Walthers noticed that Tague had two or three drops of blood on his right cheek. When Tague showed Walthers exactly where he was standing at the time of the shooting, the deputy sheriff saw that a curb about 15 feet away bore what seemed like a fresh mark. Walthers surmised that Tague had been hit by a spray of concrete kicked up by a bullet fired at the president.