I can still see the big TV in front of me. I was lying on the floor my head propped up on one arm. Maybe I was smoking a cigarette in the other hand. It was 1968. June. I was home in our family living room. My father was behind me in a chair. There wasn’t tension between us that day. But there was often tension between us then. Like a lot of fathers and sons then, we saw things differently. Why don’t you guys at school get a haircut? I think the army might do you some good. Not that day though. Bobby Kennedy, our New York Senator Kennedy, was on the train to Arlington.
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