Standing in front of a Wurlitzer jukebox in a Californian beach bar called the Sip And Surf, the shapely young brunette with a generous smile and striking green eyes realised that the handsome man sitting just a few feet away from her was Senator John F. Kennedy. His back leaning up against the bar as he sucked on a cigar and nursed a cocktail, he seemed an unlikely figure to find in this dive, with its sand on the floor, fish mounted on the walls and nets swooping down from the ceiling. But anyone who knew Jack – as his...
Monitoring Antisemitism Intel
