
Ten years ago the sexiest man alive died when the small plane he was piloting crashed into the Atlantic Ocean while en route to Martha's Vineyard.
I still miss him, as much for what he might have become had he lived as for who he was and what he'd accomplished while he was alive. I think John Kennedy Junior was a great guy.

While the world tries to make sense of the life and death of the King of Pop, I'm going to go back, way back, and miss a man whose greatest fault was thrill-seeking, whose generosity was quiet but constant, and who was so handsome it's just a tragedy that he didn't survive to grow a little grey at his temples.

Plus he sure looked good in his swimming trunks