The beaches, harbours and mansions of New England were once John F Kennedy’s playground. Today, along with Boston – the cradle of Kennedy politics – they offer a charming glimpse into the life of America’s most flamboyant president. It’s the 50th anniversary of his assassination today.
”IT’S better to celebrate life than death,” opined my new best friend, sitting next to me on a bar stool and clutching a bottle of Samuel Adams lager at Alberto’s Ristorante in Hyannis, Massachusetts. I had driven the 90 minutes south from Boston that morning, and now we were bonding over littleneck clams and dead presidents.