My 'brush; with the famous was seeing Bobby Kennedy at the Lane Country fairgrounds.   I was standing in a narrow hallway as he entered a bigger room.  He was a small man, his hand frail(exhausted I would guess), moving quickly and looking forward.  I've recalled the touch of his hand many times in my life..    (I still supported Eugene McCarthy, though I was too young to vote.)

Three weeks later, he was shot dead in a circumstance so very similar to the one where I met him on the fairgrounds.