The Exuberance and Sweet Tooth of Bobbie Kennedy

I was with Bobbie Kennedy and he was a blast.  Indeed, in the dream, it was difficult to tell if it was me or Bobbie Kennedy doing all these things.  One thing for sure, it was always Bobbie, never Robert.

There were hearings, but somehow he/I were not that interested in them and wanted to get away.  He was supposed to give campaign speeches.  And he did, but he catered to the youth.  He was partying with them.  He knew that getting them out to vote would be the secret of his success.  And he connected to the youth because he loved it.

He loved to go out to eat with his gang.  Large restaurants in Boston.  And he had an affinity for sweets.  I remember going into this Columbian? restaurant and he ordered cheese and cake and cookies and it was one big party.  At the door of this restaurant was a handicapped gentleman who was short and with a metal leg. The man wore some sort of hat and was smartly dressed.  I had the impression that given the location of the man at the front door he was some sort of beggar, but Bobbie communicated with him in such a way that it felt like a gift was exchanged between them that was worth more than money.

Then there was a woman who was on Bobbie's staff and there was a tight fit down a corridor downstairs and this woman also revealed she couldn't walk and she crawled in this tight space and soon another gentleman crawled up beside her and she brushed him on the head like a sign of affection and companionship.  They were no longer alone sharing a mutual handicap .  It was such a touching scene.  

I somehow knew in the back of my mind at the time that Bobbie was assassinated, but something about his spirit was eternal.  I should probably read his bio.  Keep your social distance, everyone!  :-).

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