November 21st 1963

I don’t want to be all melodramatic and start claiming I’m having a midlife crisis, but I think I’m having a midlife crisis. There just comes a point in a man’s life where you sit yourself down and you think “where the hell am I? How did I get here?” I suppose 46 is a good enough time for that, if midlife crisis means I’ve got another 46 years, but who knows. The way I figure is, if I can handle the Cuban Missile Crisis, I can certainly handle a midlife crisis.

When I woke up 20 years ago, I was on a PT boat, getting shot at and sunk and having to swim for my life and carve rescue messages into coconuts. Today I woke up and I’m the President. Then I was trying to keep myself and my men alive, and now I’m trying to gain the cooperation of the Soviets to put a human on the moon. A human, on the moon! Sometimes it sounds crazy even to me, but damn it all, we can do it. I’m sure of it.

Hasn’t all been so smooth though. I can’t help but feel troubled about my mistakes. That whole Bay of Pigs fiasco was incredibly embarrassing, I don’t care if it was Eisenhower’s plan, I’m the one that authorized it, and I’m the one who sent those boys in there without any support. Hopefully the situation in Vietnam goes a bit smoother. I also can’t help but get a weird feeling about that Saddam Hussein character. I know he’s on our side, but something just isn’t quite right about that boy.

Well there’s one thing I know for certain was a great idea, and that was having the presidential limousine turned into a convertible! Can’t wait to ride that baby all around Texas tomorrow afternoon.

Yeehaw!

<3,
JFK