I was fifteen in 1963 and vividly remember my mother screaming when Walter Cronkite announced President Kennedy had been assassinated. The next five years I read everything I could about the Kennedys. Bobby's entrance into the 1968 presidential race was a burst of excitement. I was twenty and filled with the naive optimism of youth. I wa…
I was fifteen in 1963 and vividly remember my mother screaming when Walter Cronkite announced President Kennedy had been assassinated. The next five years I read everything I could about the Kennedys. Bobby's entrance into the 1968 presidential race was a burst of excitement. I was twenty and filled with the naive optimism of youth. I watched Bobby's speech after winning the California primary and turned off the TV. Next morning I woke to news Bobby had been shot. It was a tumultuous time.
I was fifteen in 1963 and vividly remember my mother screaming when Walter Cronkite announced President Kennedy had been assassinated. The next five years I read everything I could about the Kennedys. Bobby's entrance into the 1968 presidential race was a burst of excitement. I was twenty and filled with the naive optimism of youth. I watched Bobby's speech after winning the California primary and turned off the TV. Next morning I woke to news Bobby had been shot. It was a tumultuous time.