Nothing is quite so memorable about John Kennedy as his normality.
When he saw a pretty girl, he surveyed her expertly and sometimes invoked presidential political privilege and shook hands, lingering a moment or two for closer inspection. "I never cared much for El Morocco and nightclub life," he said about his salad days. "Just give me a beach and a girl any time." After he had called the big steel executives s.o.b.s in 1962, he was asked how come he had violated his own rule against indulgence in anger. "Because it felt...
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