I shook hands with Teddy Kennedy when he was running for President in 1979. I am not kidding you, his hand was like a dead fish. He had no chance in hell of getting elected in our neighborhood.
I first crossed paths with Ted in 1960 at the For God And Country parade in Lawrence, MA. Prior to Mary Joe Kopeckni. My older brother ran over and shook his hand. Ted was a very fine and dapper young man with a bright future. But the time you shook his hand, his life had taken a very different trajectory. He’d become a walking dead zombie puppet.