From the time I was six years old, I admired the Kennedy family. I knew nothing about politics as a child, but the First Family was not just about politics. The charm and mystique of Camelot inspired even young children like me, who could identify more with Caroline than with her famous father. It was often a lighthearted admiration. My family owned a record album of a comedian who impersonated the President, and I would listen to it on our stereo and memorized some of the funny bits. I also remember the Cuban missile crisis. Though I was not quite eight years old when it happened, I watched the President address the American people on television, observed my parents' nervous concern, and went to bed at night wondering if I would wake up in the morning. I'm sure I was much older, probably in college, when I finally understood that Jack and Bobby Kennedy's wisdom, their courage in rejecting the unsound advice they were receiving from their top military advisors, and t
Meditations on Law and Life