Word: darkness
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...those pictures again all weekend, but now the dark shadow has lengthened with the passing of 35 years to claim the son as well. A boy born on Thanksgiving Day to a man just elected President lost his father three days before his third birthday. John Jr. and his sister Caroline grew up in our hearts instead, protected by a mother who feared that death still stalked the family. After Bobby was killed, Jackie said, "If they're killing Kennedys, then my children are targets...
...have but don't. A face just old enough to be interesting and young enough to be perfect, with the kind of manly features that make you think of the handsome man in a 1950s magazine ad. Thick, shiny black hair, a slim muscular body on which his dark suit draped in soft folds. Afterward, I wondered if it was something like what Scott Fitzgerald saw when he remembered the college football stars of his young manhood, those young men who just then, on the gridiron and in their youth, were having the best moment of their lives...
...clatter of emergency: a Coast Guard helicopter flutters low from Tashmoo to Gay Head, scanning the water for something that may have fallen. We watch from the beach in the summer morning. We stand among dark boulders, taller than we, that came to rest here 20,000 years ago when the glacier melted and retreated north. The waves in Vineyard Sound have a lazy heave, sweet whitecaps in the distance...
...America's fantasy life--the longest-running political soap. Eventually--after the LIFE magazine spreads that spun Old Joe's golden children into myth in the '40s and '50s, after Dallas and the keening over Camelot and after Bobby--at last there set in the disillusioned revisionism: all the dark-side stories about Jack's satyriasis and the loathsome way the brothers treated Marilyn. And the myth developed a twin, an antimyth of cheap fraud, of a tribe of photogenic hustlers...
...with pearls, high heels and a computer wandering deserted dirt roads, goading taxis to speed beyond the traditionally-slow pace of the region to catch cyclists for a quick word before they pedal off and striding purposefully into small, French bars full of old, burly men drunk on the dark red wine of the region to demand the name of the closest hotel...