I was just less than a month shy of my 13th birthday on 11/22/63; I was in class, in a Catholic school, when the Mother Superior came on the public address system to announce, first, Kennedy had been shot. She asked us to pray for him. A short while later, she came back on to announce Kennedy had died of his wounds. School was dismissed and I went home to spend the next few days watching all that took place afterwards.
Five years later, I was a volunteer in the Bobby Kennedy presidential campaign in Los Angeles during the California Primary in 1968. At the last Bobby Kennedy public function in Los Angeles, before the California Primary, at the Olvera Street Plaza downtown, I got to meet and shake hands with Bobby. I remember how small he seemed but also how so much power and confidence flowed from him. I also noted that he had a bit of an air of sadness about him and I later wondered if, perhaps, he felt it should have been John meeting the crowds and accepting the accolades...
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