I Believe The Death Of Bobby Kennedy

I Believe The Death Of Bobby Kennedy Was In Many Ways The Death Of Decency In America. I Think It Was The Death Of Manners And Formality, The Death Of Poetry And The Death Of A Dream.

You Look At 1968 And It Was Truly The Year That Shook The World. The World Was Really Completely Upside Down.

There Is A Part Of Me That Still Wants To Go Out And Grab A Backpack And Unplug - Not Take A Cellphone Or Even A Camera And Just Get Out There And Experience The World And Travel. I Have Yet To Do That, But Someday I Hope.

We Are All Wonderful, Beautiful Wrecks. That's What Connects Us-that We're All Broken, All Beautifully Imperfect.

People Are Beautiful Wrecks.