I know you are sick of hearing about the 60s. Me too. But I will never forget the night Bobby Kenndy was assasinated. My older brother Dan was home from college and came running upstairs to wake me. We went down to watch the still unfolding drama on our little black and white television. Father had just come home from work and was sitting there shaking his head in disbelief. " My God" he mumbled, "...what is going on in this country?"