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Today is the 40th anniversary of the death of Robert Kennedy. I'm writing to find out if you have any articles, photos or retrospects on his campaign visit to Cape Girardeau in 1968, shortly before he was assassinated. He made a campaign speech there that I still remember vividly. I was a freshman at SIU and they took a bus load of students from Carbondale to Cape Girardeau to hear him speak. I remember that it was held outdoors and that it was a bright, sunny day. He spoke from a raised platform or stage and a crowd of a few hundred people were gathered, standing around in a semi-circle in front of it. He was electrifying and inspiring. I remember him connecting with the audience and I hung on his every word. He spoke with that Kennedy-Cape Cod accent that was so reminiscent of his brother, John. When he finished his campaign speech, he worked his way through the crowd to the waiting limousine. I positioned myself so that I would be in his line of direction and sure enough, got to shake his hand. I remember it like it was yesterday. He wore a dark brown pin-stripe suit with a powder blue button-down collar shirt and his eyes were about as blue as the summer sky hanging over Cape Giradeau. I was only 19, and he left a big impression on me, one that has lasted for 40 years. It was during my teen years that the assassinations of John F. Kennedy, Marting Luther King, and Bobby sadly occurred. When Bobby was assassinated, a piece of my idealism died that day too.