Joy Ride With Bobby Kennedy

It was 1968. I was only four years old, but I remember like it was ---40 years ago. I remember like it was a memory I didn't really have but heard some people talk about. Bobby could hardly find a place for his feet between the dashboard and the seat, but he looked like royalty. Like a homecoming queen with the top down. That was how important people got around in those days. Hanging off the edge of convertibles.

That year, civil unrest was in the air. In support of heedless motorists everywhere, Bobby and his crew racked up more than 150 traffic violations during this trip down the California freeway. Bobby's life was tragically cut short, but somewhere in heaven, he and MLK are riding with the top down.