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(Morning musings from a weary old man, caused by thinking of The Lion, now resting comfortably in Boston)
Camelot ended in Dallas in 1963. On any "Day before Dallas", the country, save for a few, was filled with incredible hope. Those few prevailed. Gunshots rang out in Dealy Plaza and a paradigm was shifted.
Bobby was our next hope. Along with Martin.
What might have been?
We'll never know.
More shots rang out. In a hotel kitchen and across from a motel balcony.
Lone assassins, were were told. Three of them.
What might have been had Bobby assumed the mantle and taken the oath the following January? His brother set the goal posts very high. His colleague, Martin, was just coming into the full maturity of his selfhood, with incredible visions and dreams he wished to share.
Would Viet Nam have been anything more than geographic trivia? Would whole city cores have self immolated?
Would this cycle's races have been the first involving a black man?
Teddy was left with the mantle, tattered and torn. But in many ways, he has become the greatest of them all. The Lion. Arguably responsible for more truly good legislation than the rest of his family, including children, combined.
John inspired us.
Bobby energized us.
Martin gave us the hope to dream.
Teddy gave us law.
But what might have been had not shots rung out in Dallas and Los Angeles and Memphis?
What might have been?
What might we not have suffered?
"The Good They Die Young" sang Dion.
But how to explain The Lion?
Still at it.
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