Reflections on Robert Kennedy

Dear Editor:

Every early June, I am reminded of a death and a subsequent train ride from NYC to Washington. It was the beginning of my own demise, and it set the stage for the tumult of the very late ’60s and into the ’70s. Now the event is 40 years old, and it still moves me to think about it. What really happened at the Ambassador Hotel in L.A.?

I was a school teacher on Cape Cod and cannot forget that day and the shock it produced for the nation. I sat in my car, in deep depression, making myself late for the first class.

We have come a long way since that day; however, we are not the better for it with the problems that this country faces. But this morning there is a glimmer of hope in the sunrise. Register to vote, and then vote.

Andy Hanson

Aspen