Return from France and a 50 Year Old Tribute
The eight hour flight from Paris to New York was uneventful and passed rather easily. We took off in a light rain and climbed through fog and low clouds, but soon popped through into bright sun. From then on it was a nice smooth flight and we actually arrived 30 minutes ahead of schedule. It was on our descent over Long Island that I was struck by what was for me an interesting symbolism.
One of the most vivid memories in my mind’s-eye is of General Charles DeGaulle, the president of France, marching in the funeral procession down the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue to the Capitol rotunda where Kennedy would lie in state. DeGaulle was seventy-three at the time, ramrod straight, in full uniform. He marched the entire length of the procession. And he marched alone.
I thought about that earlier today aboard American Airlines flight 121 from Paris’ Charles DeGaulle International Airport (CDG) to John F. Kennedy International Airport in New York (JFK).
Then tonight, in my New York City hotel room, I discover that DeGaulle was born on November 22, 1890. Jack Kennedy died on November 22, 1963. I can’t believe I never knew that.
And herewith I immodestly report a very modest milestone: This is Post Number 1000 for this blog. Hard to believe.