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...stood in line to see the Jacqueline Kennedy show at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City testify to the enduring power of Kennedy nostalgia, and the flock of Kennedy books coming this fall (and they come every fall, as surely as touch football and Cape Cod rain) demonstrate the family's enduring power in the marketplace (hot title: The Best-Loved Poems of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, by Caroline Kennedy). But that exhibit and those books summon the magic of departed Kennedys--J.F.K. and Jackie, R.F.K., J.F.K. Jr. The story of the new generation isn't about magic...
...durable is that much of it is pictorial--perfectly suited to the postliterate age. As a part-time Hollywood producer, Joe hired some of the world's finest photographers and technicians to capture his children on film. The stills and motion pictures--of sailing excursions off Cape Cod, touch-football games on windswept lawns--were inventoried, scene by scene, and warehoused against the day when they would prove useful...
...spent seven years driving a route to Cape Cod, chilling with the locals and going to the beach. “I could have driven that route for the rest of my life,” she recalls. But when she was reassigned, her focus shifted just a bit. Inspired by nieces and nephews who were Internet savvy, she enrolled in a computer course at a local community college. One course became four—besides computer basics, she enrolled in Political Science, English 101 and a history class on Critical Issues of the Holocaust...
...she’s still driving. “My personality is well-suited to that profession,” she says, recalling the regulars she would visit on her Cape Cod route. “It’s restored my faith in humanity. And the visual world is just amazing,” she adds. Between the wildlife she’s spotted along highways and her encyclopedic knowledge of regional geology gained by driving on mountain roads, it’s surprising that “park ranger” isn’t on her lengthy...
...While I won’t go so far as to say I dream of General Wong’s Chicken or the Baked Cod nights, I do miss the cereal variety and made-to-order omelettes. Walking past the dining halls, I dream of the stacks of clean ceramic dishware and endless supply of cups, ice and soda. Then I go back to my kitchen and attempt stir-fry-à-la-Trader...