I Could Have Been a Kennedy

Someone on a message board I read posed the quesion: “with whom do you share a birthday?” I replied with the following, which I don’t think I’ve ever posted here. That’s sad, because I think it’s a funny story.

JFK Jr. shared my birthday. My mother always thought that was a good reason for me to marry him. When I was in my early 20′s, she used to encourage me to go out in NYC to clubs where John-John was known to hang out, so I could meet him and we could laugh about how we shared a birthday and he would fall in love with me and we’d get married.

The day his plane crashed, she called me and said, in all seriousness, as if I ever had a chance with JFK Jr., “I’m SO glad you didn’t marry him!”

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