A couple of weeks ago, I posted a curmudgeonly observation about the latest lady to admit having an affair with President Kennedy. A lady named Mimi Alford wrote a book about her experience and made the rounds of the morning news shows.
I have since noticed that her newly found fame lasted for only the better part of one day. That was a bit more than Andy Warhol’s 15 minutes. I wonder how many books she sold.
I’m a bit amazed about this because Monica Lewinsky still gets a mention in the Press now and then and she really didn’t get to experience the whole enchilada.
There must be more of an art to picking Presidents with which to sleep than I had imagined.
So another lady admits too having an affair with JFK, too. Was it just the too of them?