August 14, 1996 |
It was the hottest ticket in town, an after-hours gathering of the glitterati at the San Diego Zoo. We walked down a darkened path, past the gorilla exhibit, flashing our hard-to-get credentials at a series of security checkpoints. Suddenly, straight ahead, was a grouping of one of the rarest, most regal, and--at this convention--most despised American breeds: Kennedys! We had arrived at a party put on by the political magazine George. We approached the editor, John F. Kennedy Jr.