Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Teddy Kennedy's death

It is a sad morning indeed. I was only 8 when JFK was assasinated, but it remains one of those hinge points in life. I had lost my hero, and while Ted Kennedy sat in the Senate, I was assured that Camlot would never truely die. Last night I pulled out my battered old guitar and played Abraham, Martin and John. I thought of John Jr and how he died before he really had an opportunity to achieve his potential. So much power and so many talents in the Kennedy family, and so much personal loss. Passing along the song for those who have never heard it.

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