An Unexpected Encounter with History

A man as handsome as any I had ever seen opened the door of the car, stepped onto the street, looked into my eyes, and asked, "You all right?"

I was leaving a Sears department store in Brooklyn, N.Y., in 1960 when I noticed a phalanx of police, reporters, and people gathered as a parade of sorts. So I thought, Who is coming down the street?

The streets and sidewalks began to fill up to the doors of the store. I needed to get home, so I pushed my way toward where my car was parked, but I was carried away by the enthusiasm of the crowd, into the street and up to a Cadillac convertible, which had what appeared to be some celebrity inside. As I was pushed against the car, a voice inside shouted, "Stop the car! You are going to knock the woman down!"

A man as handsome as any I had ever seen opened the door of the car, stepped onto the street, looked into my eyes, and asked, "You all right? I hope you weren't hurt."

That man was John F. Kennedy. I stammered like an idiot as he went back into the car, waved, and smiled at me. I stood there like a teenager who'd been touched by a rock star! That was a chance encounter I will always remember.

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