I was too young to remember when President John
Kennedy was murdered. June 5th, 1968, we were
getting ready for school as the TV poured forth the
news the younger brother was shot, mortally
wounded though he lingered until the 6th at Good
Samaritan Hospital in LA.
Pete Hamill writes two stunning pieces about this
sad epoch
http://blogs.villagevoice.com/runninscared/archives/
2010/05/pete_hamills_ey.php
http://nymag.com/news/politics/47041/
My Mother Faye had truly loved the Kennedy's.
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—— Jack Kerouac from his novel, 'Visions of Cody'