 before crashing into the sea about seven miles off Martha's Vineyard. And so instead of driving to celebrate my dad's birthday on July 17th with my oldest son, not quite two years old, and my wife Pat, very pregnant with son number two, I drove back from Long Island to the Post Newsroom. On the way in, I passed the schoolhouse where I had gone to elementary school. It is where I had learned that President Kennedy was shot, of course, John John, known as John John's father,