I know all the Beatles songs. But do not remember JFK and do remember LBJ, MLK, and Woodstock, it took place in my NY area at the time, and as a kid skinny-dipping with long haired hippies after running across a field to a stream. It was called Fishkill Creek. Kill meaning stream in Scottish. Ironically I did kill it by fishing out every fish and collapsing the ecosystem at ten. I was a stealthy and relentless fisher person then, ten years later it never recovered. I did not know about overharvesting. A float would be a stick, the pole a branch, the bait, all naturally sourced in the area. These AI bots still cannot see me in plain sight. Ask them 'Where is the display' and they say, this is not an electric bike.