Robert F. Kennedy, Jr.’s Candidacy and What Might Have Been
When I was a kid in the mid-1950s, I used to play touch football with Robert F. Kennedy, the father, and his crew on a field in Georgetown. I remember one Saturday morning when—despite being conspicuously pregnant—Ethel Kennedy was in the game. She lined up as a wide receiver. Bobby, as usual, was captain and quarterback. Ethel faked right, then cut to the inside, and her husband threw her a perfect spiral. She bobbled it, the ball doing a little dance in midair for a second, and then she dropped it. Bobby, infuriated, cussed her out.
The baby in Ethel’s womb that morning was Robert F. Kennedy, Jr.
For me, Bobby Jr. seems to float in the interval between then and now, dislocated in time.