"It’s the strangest of his many paradoxes that such workmanlike, even obscure, accomplishment was the product of a man who owed his career entirely to the glamor of his family name."
I've never romanticized the Kennedy's as a family. Yet, there was something about Edward M. Kennedy that I always found endearing and admirable: his tireless work ethic, his ever-apparent flaws, his unflagging love for the United States of America. Reading his obituary this morning, I can't help but feel we, as a country, lost a part of our identity. And it has nothing to do with his family name, but rather a sense of Americanness that I'm afraid is lost forever.
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