Was the name of JFK's Presidential yacht, and it brings to mind the story of how we knew what clothes to put on in the late fall when I lived on the Eastern Shore of Maryland.

Kennedy and his entourage were frequent visitors to those waters, and they were frequent hunters of the wildfowl that lived in the marshes. But there was no refrigerator on board, so they never took game unless it was going to be cold enough that they could hang the ducks out to keep cool naturally. When we heard their guns we knew it was time to put away the cutoffs and tee-shirts. If the Fitz shoots, wear knits.


TEd