Bobby Kennedy
At a small airport in Kansas on the campaign trail all the photographers and reporters had already gotten on the plane. Somewhere along the way a writer had quipped, "...when Freckles heads for the plane, Bobby's speech is winding down." And so there we were getting ready to take off for the next stop--drinks were being poured.

I looked out and saw Bobby having a moment to himself, which almost never happened. There was always one of us interviewing, photographing, asking to ride in his convertible at the next stop, or an endless series of guarded conferences with his speech writers and aides.

The Secret Service gave me permission to take a few quick frames with a telephoto lens from the steps of the plane, and I don't think Bobby even saw me. He spent a few more minutes with Freckles, and then boarded.

The next week he went to California.
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