Word: vineyard
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...attend the Saturday wedding of his cousin Rory. It was, of course, a wedding he would never make. About 9:40 the next night, J.F.K. Jr., his wife Carolyn Bessette and her sister Lauren would lose their life in the waters off the southwest coast of Martha's Vineyard...
While it's possible that Kennedy's lack of experience may actually have worked in his favor, since his recent training would have freshly equipped him to deal with such emergencies, some of his other actions are open to question. Traveling from Fairfield to Martha's Vineyard, Mass., pilots follow one of two flight paths. The easier, safer route hugs the southern coast of Connecticut, keeping the plane within the comforting sight of land most of the time. The trickier one follows the line of Long Island, then sails out over water, passing only the relative lily pad of Block...
...them a lift somewhere. But most of us don't need to go where he did--to a place where he could get away, off camera, out of the bubble, on his own. Most often he headed up to the house his mother had left him on Martha's Vineyard, Mass., a place so special, so private, the houses far back from the road, the beaches so peaceful. Until last Saturday afternoon, when the luggage, a woman's compact, a headrest, began washing up on that shore, turning a wedding day into a wake...
John Jr., his wife Carolyn Bessette Kennedy and her sister Lauren, a New York City investment banker, arrived in separate cars at New Jersey's Essex County Airport. John had told friends the day before that he was flying straight to Hyannis; the decision to stop in Martha's Vineyard to drop Lauren off may have come at the last minute. But the weather was clear, and the FAA does not require pilots to file a flight plan when visual flight rules are in place...
...Tashmoo to Gay Head, scanning the water for something that may have fallen. We watch from the beach in the summer morning. We stand among dark boulders, taller than we, that came to rest here 20,000 years ago when the glacier melted and retreated north. The waves in Vineyard Sound have a lazy heave, sweet whitecaps in the distance...