by Byron King, Daily Resource Hunter:
I never met President John F. Kennedy. I was all of 5 years old when the man was elected U.S. president in 1960. I was eight years old when he died in 1963, 50 years ago.
I saw President Kennedy one time. It was 1962, I believe. I was about 7 years old. Kennedy was in Pittsburgh for a political event. He was scheduled to fly out of Greater Pittsburgh Airport (which was not “International” back then) on a Sunday morning.
Here’s what happened that day – plus, a 50-year lesson on hard money…
Bright and early, my parents packed me and my three sisters into the family station wagon — a powder-blue Pontiac, with tail fins. We went out to watch the presidential motorcade. “You’ll remember this for the rest of your life,” said my late-deceased mother. Yep. Still do.
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