I was 10 years old when R.F.K. was assassinated and I was heartbroken because I cherished his ideals of justice and compassion and his optimism. Following so swiftly after the death of Martin Luther King, I felt the country was going through a long, dark and depressing tunnel. Reading RFK by Paul Fusco brought back bittersweet memories. I poured over the many photographs of onlookers of the funeral train, enjoyed reading the quotes and essays, and recaptured memories and idealism. Get this Book!