Love Story John F. Kennedy Jr. and Carolyn Bessette

Ok I know, but I couldn't help myself. I started the series last night and I was hooked, its so smooth and well done in that Ryan Murphy way. The leads have the looks of the famous couple which helps, although Paul Anthony Kelly is not as beautiful as the real Kennedy Jr. was.

For baby boomers this is another piece in our Kennedy saga that just doesn't seem to end. We all know where we were on that terrible day in November, I was appropriately and ironically in my high school art class. Years later when my mom was working as the waitress for the federal judges in their private dinning room, (in my early teens the summer before I went to high school I worked as a busboy here) she would bring home autographs of some famous people including one autographed on a tattered piece of notebook paper of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis.

How did you get that one? I asked. Well she was in the courthouse for the trial of that photographer who was bothering her, and I just went up to her. At first she was not going to sign it “Why do you want my autograph? The most famous woman in the world asked my mom. My mom then mentioned that she was an old friend of a well known furniture designer who use to babysit for me when I was a kid, and had made some pieces for Jackie. My mom said that she lit up and quickly signed the paper for her.

I later sold it along with the John and Yoko autograph with little drawings that they both made, the Clint Eastwood, and the Trump, which was very easy to part with. My mom was pissed at me, but hey that's the life of struggle for artists in this world.

Years later as I would live and walk in Manhattan I would sometimes see John Jr. riding his bike or walking briskly. I looked and he would acknowlede my stare with a hello or a hi. He was stunning. These sightings were in the late 80's I guess before he was married, and I did have a close encounter with him and his wife Carolyn in the mid or late 90's that left me tattered and sad.

It was a spring day and I was walking by the now long gone Barnes & Noble on 6th ave in the 20's when in spite of the crowds I noticed that the couple was walking very close to me, and they were having an argument that was loud and nasty. I'm amazed that I was the only one who was aware of this, but then again I was pretty much walking next to them and the street was noisy and crowded.

He was walking fast and yelling at Carolyn who sheepishly was trying to keep up with him saying nothing, as he harangued her. I was shocked and appalled and sadden by this candid scene and a short time later they were both dead. This was a New York moment that I wish I hadn't had but I did, and I pretty much kept it to myself until now.

After they were killed I happened to me in a local dvd rental place that I liked in Chelsea, and as I waited at the counter, two loud nasty butch lesbians were saying the most horrible things about John Jr. how glad they were that he was dead and more. I freaked and gave them hell. “What the fuck did he ever do to you two that you have such hatred for him. And on and on I went with my well deserved rants against these two awful members of my community. They were stunned as I was hoping they would be and I was still ranting at them as I took my dvds and left. I will continue to watch the series of course, because as I said I'm hooked.