My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…
Pluto is there.
The artist remembered Pluto.
Guys…
The artist drew Pluto crying.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy
(May 29, 1917 - November 22, 1963)
Happy 95th Birthday, Mr. President
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The 170-year-old Presidency had never known another like him. To the traditional dreary precinct of politics, he brought zest, flair, a style. In him was an abundance of youth; his thatch of chestnut hair, the wealth, the built-in confidence, his hungry mind, his boyish smile, his Irish eyes… He swam, he sailed, he danced. He read vocariously. His enthusiasms were many and diverse. He lived with pain, though never complained. He was cool under pressure, and saved the world. A bright, racing star who lighted men’s thoughts and dreams, Jack Kennedy was not only admired, but loved.
