Anyone over the age of seven, the world over, can tell you where he was on that day.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy had evoked the imagination of the world even
among those who considered him to be an inexperienced, preppy playboy,
little different in political substance from Nixon or among those, like
Kruschev, Castro or DeGaulle, who were not mired in sentimentalities
about America or the forces that drove her. [continue reading]
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