Happy Birthday, Mr. President.

It has been fifty years to the day since his last birthday in this world—since the last mark on his soul had been made. How many more he should have been granted, how many more he so surely deserved.
He was magic, and his touch was a caress that lingered perpetually.

“I said to myself—you must never forget Jack,
 but you mustn’t be morbid.” —Jacqueline Kennedy 

And so we love you, Jack.

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