I just watched a powerful movie that Tom Hanks produced on the three days following the assassination of President Kennedy. It made me think of two things. First, that those of us who were alive and witness to that era, the era of the Kennedys, of Martin Luther King, Jr., and of Apollo, have a special responsibility to those who are younger than us who were not — to make the lessons of possibility that pervaded those times as real as we possibly can for them, for they were real for us, and still are. I forget sometimes what a privilege that is, what a gift.
And second, it made me think of a Simon and Garfunkel concert I attended at Madison Square Garden a decade ago or so. All I could think for the whole evening was how President Kennedy would have given anything to be in my seat. His daughter Caroline was seated directly in front of me, her golden hair shining in the glow of the stage lights.