The bar that I’m thinking of is a treasure trove of JFK/RFK/MLK memorabilia. There’s even a 48″ x 24″ electric sign with Kennedy’s bust projecting from it in 3-D. JFK’s grin lights up and flashes red like a malfunctioning stoplight.

I’ve managed to hold on to a vintage pool-side shirt made of terry cloth, which features a ringed zipper all the way down the front and stripes down the sides. It was one of my favorites when it was new. Although it’s a bit tight these days, I still put it on occasionally, when I am in an extra ridiculous mood.