Sometimes, when CBO scores expose the spinelessness of some elected representatives, or our current President's childish attempts to seriously obstruct justice are too insane, we allow ourselves a moment of pure political, no-body-slamming-allowed fantasy. The fantasy does not include body slamming. But, on the Friday before the Monday that would've been JFK's 100th birthday, we got to thinking: what would our dapperest president's party be like were he still alive? And just what would we make sure to bring? Let your mind wander to the shores of Nantucket Sound. Clouds of smoke from the grill billow above the stately main house. Frank Sinatra's hologram performs on the sprawling lawn to a crowd of well-dressed statesmen, influencers and celebrities. Graydon Carter, George Clooney and Barack are all there, because that collection seems right. The man of the hour is sitting back in his wheelchair, clad in an oversized shawl-collar cardigan and some downright perfect tortoise shell Moscots. You arrive at the door (gates? drawbridge?). What do you have in tow? Here's what we'd bring... | 
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