When JFK was killed, I was in Cambridge. When RFK was killed, I was in Boston. It felt somehow disconnected to be in Colorado.
Had my hair cut yesterday (8/26) and said to the woman who does that how sad it was about Teddy Kennedy. She said: "Oh did he die? I don't know much about him. What did he do?"
Not a response one would have gotten in the land of the bean and the cod.
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May he rest in Peace and rise in Glory!
How different a family from the one below.
When JFK was killed, I was in Cambridge. When RFK was killed, I was in Boston. It felt somehow disconnected to be in Colorado.
Had my hair cut yesterday (8/26) and said to the woman who does that how sad it was about Teddy Kennedy. She said: "Oh did he die? I don't know much about him. What did he do?"
Not a response one would have gotten in the land of the bean and the cod.
Prayers for his family as well.
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