Commentary
As a young boy growing up among the servant class in Palm Beach and living just down the street from President John F. Kennedy’s Florida compound during the Cuban missile crisis, it was one of the scariest times of my life. Construction crews were working on a nuclear bomb shelter for JFK under nearby Peanut Island while my classmates and I were practicing hiding underneath our desks in the event of a Soviet attack.
JFK was absolutely right then to make sure the shoe-pounding Nikita Khrushchev didn’t have the capability to launch nuclear-tipped missiles 90 miles from American shores. Thankfully, his combination of steely-spined brinksmanship and deft diplomacy resulted in a Soviet retreat….