I remember them both. I was 11 when JFK was assassinated. The first we knew was that he had been wounded. Classes halted, we prayed. When it was known he had died, we were dismissed from school, sent home. I remember people out in the streets in tears.
I actually was listening to the late night radio live when Bobby Kennedy was shot. In some ways that was worse (poor Rose Kennedy) - I met Bobby briefly a few years earlier when he stopped by our town for a political rally. Our civics class was allowed to go to city hall. We met him on the steps, and he handed a bouquet of red and white carnations someone had given him to our classmate, Bonnie Foster. Whatever their personal behavior or political actions, they were charismatic, dedicated, sharp-witted men, true believers.
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