Rob Weinstein

I remember vividly at the tender young age of 10, my mother and father discussing their last minute decision to change their vote to Richard Nixon. And even though I was 10, I still remember the disappointment I felt. This kid in 1960 was a JFK kid, and my parents voted for the other guy.

Soon thereafter, I, along with so many of my fellow “Glencoites” began collecting political campaign paraphernalia: buttons, bumper stickers, autographed letters, and such. Though not a political junkie, I found the hobby fascinating and actually learned a thing or two. Funny how I rarely discussed politics with my parents at that time.

June 6th, 1968, coincided with my graduation from high school. MLK had just been gunned down and now RFK, too, had been shot.

Years later I found this letter—dated June12, 1968-- after my mom passed away. I immediately felt a tremendous sense of pride. I also felt a tremendous sense of sadness.