

My mom tells the story of how my Kennedy-obsessed father was so distraught by RFK's assassination that they both forgot my 1st birthday because they were so busy watching the funeral on television. My grandparents apparently showed up with a cake and a present (a white terrycloth shirt/shorts set with snazzy aqua trim) and my parents were so embarrassed by their oversight that they pretended like everything was normal and began the celebration on cue. Dad is buried not far from RFK and the rest of the Kennedy clan and I can't help but think he would be pleased with that.
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