I’m from MA.When I flew to New Orleans a rental car clerk, upon learning that, started praising that wonderful Kennedy family.
My late dad, who lived on Cape Cod in retirement, said someone asked him directions to the Kennedy compound.He said “it’s a couple streets over, follow me” so they followed my dad’s car.
An old man got out of the car and was led to a fence on the property.He looked at the house, put his hand on the fence,
smiled, and said, “OK. Let’s go.”
Touching the very holy Kennedy fence was on his bucket list.
America’s Royal Family!!!!!
The last time I was there you could walk up on the lawn.
My daughter had a college friend who lived on the next street, she got invited to their “parties” all the time. She asked my daughter if she wanted to go to one and I told her, “Hell no. You will end up either raped or paralyzed”.