Big surprise, not:

There is a story this morning on NPR about the Robert F. Kennedy Community Schools in Los Angeles, built on the site of the Ambassador Hotel where RFK was shot ( Read more... )

Weird to remember things that happened half a century ago. I never thought I would be this old.

I got much older, and sadder, and wiser, 50 years ago today, even though I was only nine.

45 years ago Robert F. Kennedy was assassinated, and my world caved in.

I was nine, nearly ten. It was the awful summer after fourth grade. We had been on the farm for a couple of years and Mom's marriage was falling apart as the country caught fire and the war went on and on every night on TV. And then we watched Bobby crumple in that hotel ballroom, and things were suddenly much worse.

Went in and put together the lunch special, then did dishes for two and a half hours. Prepped and chopped and butchered and ordered food and ran the broiler through a pretty good dinner rush and swept the floor and came home and my back HURTS. Grrr. I hate new pain in the same old place ( Read more... )