I, Too, Remember John

The inside story of how our lives intertwined. Or maybe it was a coincidence

That new book about knowing John Kennedy Jr. got me thinking again about my own relationship with John. Our first encounter took place--was it really that long ago?--in the mid-1980s at an off-Broadway play. My girlfriend, who went to Brown with John but didn't know him, pointed him out in the audience. I couldn't see him, though. Maybe the angle was bad.

I was sure I had spotted John a few months later in Central Park, but it turned out to be just some guy. Still, I debated telling people I HAD seen John, for the sake of a good story.


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