Jack's Big Night Out

It is well known that, on the night of his nomination, Jack Kennedy disappeared for two hours. No one knows what he did or where he went. While my novel is a comedic (fingers crossed!) imagining of those fateful hours, I bet I’m not far off. “Joe Junior was supposed to be President. Everybody knows that. It’s already an historical cliché. I was supposed to be the second son. Know what I mean? The ne’er do well ‘why can’t he be more like Joe and where did we go wrong but golly the girls sure like him and he’s great at parties, son’. Not the ‘he’s going to be president son.’ I’m physically ill equipped! Psychically unprepared! Did you know in Hawaii they used to throw sons like me off a cliff?!”