My mom took me to the funeral. Strange thing was my Dad was friends with him and didn’t go. I told the guy behind me on the plane that he “smoked a big Cigar just like my uncle Chizz. I found out later that it sounded pretty good for a 18 month old kid.
Happy Birthday.....I was in the seventh grade when it happened....we got the rest of the day off when we were sent home....The Greatest President ever...