I actually met Kennedy and his mother Rose in 1962 at the Bel Air hotel where we were having a birthday dinner for my dad. They were at the next table and shared in my dads cake. That was on November 22nd. Exactly, one year later on Nov 22nd he was assassinated.
I was talking with my Dad the other day about how at his age it becomes a bit too common to hear news of someone you saw a few months ago, dead or being in a rapidly dying state from aggressive cancer or similar. He is 66 and I guess that is the age where that thing starts to happen. He said it’s a very weird feeling.