On Tuesday May 28, 1968 I was working at my desk in Santa Barbara, California. The office was less than two blocks from the Santa Barbara courthouse and we were aware that RFK was arriving there for a big campaign rally that afternoon. As a JW I wasn't politically invested in the event but I liked RFK and so I walked out the back door and across the parking lot to Anacapa St. so I could look the block and a half down the street towards the courthouse and see the big crowds gathered there. The street was deserted where I stood. I assumed Kennedy was already down there but a moment later I looked back up the street in the other direction and saw the motorcade approaching very slowly. Bobby and his wife were sitting up on the back seat of a convertible and they had a beautiful golden retreiver with them. As they passed not more than twenty feet from me it was very quiet and he looked straight at me, gave me the big smile and said, "Hi, there!" and I said hi right back to him and his wife smiled. There was no one else around and it felt like a very personal encounter.
One week later he was assassinated. When I got up that morning and heard the news I cried like a baby. Maybe because I had just seen him in a human moment with his wife and dog it made it sadder for me. From what I have learned about him in the 40 years since I think he would have been very good president. JFK, MLK and RFK, all in such a short period. What a time that was.