My friend Dave had a little setback, he’s in New London Hospital recovering from surgery on the same weekend three of his daughters are moving into two different colleges.

Enter the mule.

I’m actually having a ball, getting to know the girls a little better and helping a friend in need. On the way here I ran into the funeral procession for Senator Ted Kennedy. People stood on roadways and overpasses during torrential downpours and strong winds to pay their respects to the “Liberal Lion” as he passed.

I was moved much more than I ever expected by the outpouring of grief, I hadn’t really given it much thought. As I drove I couldn’t stop the internal movie from playing. I was born the year JFK was assassinated, seven or so when Robert was killed. The Kennedy’s have been a big part of my surroundings since I can remember.

As I passed through Manchester I said a silent hello to Walt, paid a silent respect to Ted and kept on trucking.