Back in my neighborhood on da Nort Side (sic) a Chicago, the name “Kennedy” was spoken with reverence.  It was not odd to see a picture of JFK on the wall next to the Pope, or possibly off to one side of the ever-present statue of the Blessed Mother.  For an Irish Catholic to raise themselves up to the level of President of The United States was the ultimate for Irish Immigrants.  We were not always the most popular kids in the town.

Ted isn’t Jack, he’s not even Bobby.  He’s no saint.  I don’t agree with most of his political stances.  But for some reason I’m incredibly worried and saddened by the news.  My prayers are with the Kennedy family.