Nine months almost to the day after John F. Kennedy was murdered, I was born. Understandably, my youth was shadowed by the memory of the martyred President, and I would come to study his life and death in great detail over the years. Now closing in on 50, I find myself reminiscing about all I’ve learned. From the often mind-boggling conspiracy theories surrounding the events of November 22, 1963, to the endless stories of playboy antics and infidelity, the life journey of the handsome Massachusetts socialite son of a bootlegger, turned war-hero/Cold-Warrior President, truly does read like a story book.

With all of that said, I will not muddy the waters today by offering opinions except to say, that a wife lost a husband, two children lost a father, and a stunned nation was left to wonder, what if…