The mattress is uncomfortably firm, just what the doctor would have ordered for a middle-aged guy with a bad back and a world of stress. On a starry Palm Beach night, I settle in between the sheets, hoping to dream as large as the man who once tumbled into this same sack.
John F. Kennedy slept here--precisely here in this twin-size bed, from his teenage years until the weekend before he went to Dallas 40 years ago this month. His older brother Joe slept in the same room, in a matching bed with identical mahogany headboard. For a time, so did Jackie.
Author: John A. Byrne
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