Always figured Teddy Kennedy could have a series like that.
When you walk into the main house in Hyannis Port. The bourbon oozing out of every pore, soaked into the fine leather wing back chairs. The stinky feet from the Muck Mucks in the mud room. Maybe a hint of English Leather cologne splashed liberally in an attempt hide the stench of cowardice.
Quite a potpourri I'd imagine.
