When JFK came to town...

EVERYONE of a certain age remembers — or claims to remember — the day US president John Fitzgerald Kennedy died.

It was the day they got married, or passed their driving test or had their first date. I remember it as the day my mother bought me my first long pants for my Holy Communion.

Most of us will never forget the shooting — one of the most momentous and singularly heartbreaking events of the 20th century.