I sat across from Bob Kennedy who supervised reconciling the firm’s trading records for the First National Bank of Boston.
My boss Bob Kennedy would have none of that.
But as we slept, Kennedy, after declaring victory, was gunned down while shaking hands with dishwashers in a hotel kitchen in Los Angeles.
In the Fall of 1967 Bob Dylan recorded songs in Tennessee which seemed to presage the year we were about to experience.
I put my fingers against the glass and bowed my head and cried.”I still think of Bob Kennedy when I hear that song.