tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12880671.post2836122822105052532..comments2024-03-19T09:12:47.863-06:00Comments on Michael Shay's <em>Hummingbirdminds</em>: The day that Bobby Kennedy diedMichael Shayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08622613457420118934noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12880671.post-77154863037539580102008-06-09T16:27:00.000-06:002008-06-09T16:27:00.000-06:00Bob -- your experience was much like mine. I awoke...Bob -- your experience was much like mine. I awoke to the news on my radio and immediately went into the family room and turned on the TV. TV before breakfast??? A definite no-no in my house and my mother came in and asked what the hell I was doing. I just pointed to the TV and I still remember the feeling of her sinking into the couch next to me. <BR/><BR/>What a year 1968 was.......kainahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02334088309523116960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12880671.post-74373552459000495642008-06-06T18:42:00.000-06:002008-06-06T18:42:00.000-06:00I had the radio set to get me up for school and wa...I had the radio set to get me up for school and was woken to the news that Bobby Kennedy was shot. So soon after the King assasination, it was like a bad dream and took a few minutes to sink in. This is why I always think that I "survived" the 60's rather than lived the 60's. As you say so well....<BR/><BR/>"Things were falling apart. And it was going to get worse."<BR/><BR/>BobRobertPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08759559269928686204noreply@blogger.com