Poprocks & Coke (a JFK / Lee Harvey Oswald Fanfic)

42: Jet

Wednesday 14th July 1999
18 YEARS LATER...
WASHINGTON D.C.

HARVEY'S P.O.V

Today started off just like any other typical Wednesday morning, get up and go to the university where I study astronomy and also teach it as well (Sometimes, when I can be bothered). I am now 38, turning 39 in just over two weeks time. The university I teach/study at is the George Washington University, so its quite close by where I live (I don't live with my parents anymore, I moved out when I was 23). I've been at the university for 13 years, I started studying here at 25 and finally I received my PhD in the field of astronomy at 28, since then I am now professionally known as Dr. Harvey Oswald-Kennedy, which I think has a nice ring to it to be fair. I still get to jam out on my guitars whenever I get the chance, whenever I'm not overloaded with astronomy papers to go through, and furthermore when my eyes are not glued to the Astronomy Department's huge telescope we use to find any other different stars or planets in our ever expanding universe and our solar system, known as the Milky Way. But enough about me and my successes in life, my only surviving brother John (obviously after the death of my youngest brother LJ, 19 years ago) has became a pilot after all! After years of ear torment about planes, aviation, airports, pilots etc he has finally got himself a pilot licence, he received it last year actually. Now my ears can take a break from "Fly Boy" going on and on about the afore mentioned topics of interest. Last I heard of John was, he was going to fly his little plane from Fairfield, New Jersey with his wife Carolyn (lucky bastard got a girl before me! Ah, well I guess that's probably because you're the son of a former president and former First Lady, and also because you're a Kennedy, no surprise there) and her sister, Lauren to attend our cousin Rory's wedding, he has been talking about this trip so much that its actually ingrained in my mind, thanks bro. He will be flying from New Jersey to Martha Vineyard in Massachusetts in two days time. Until then, I hope he keeps his trap shut so I can have a bit of peace from him for once, honestly I wonder how his wife Carolyn puts up with him!. I hope I'm invited to this wedding, asshole! Take me as your plus three?.

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