A fond, close-up memory of Senator Kennedy
Wednesday, August 26th, 2009 by John RaffettoWhen I worked for the Senate Appropriations Committee, the chairman led a delegation of Senators to Kennedy Space Center to watch John Glenn’s return to space aboard the Discovery. I was privileged to accompany the delegation as the press secretary for the group.
Ted Kennedy was with us - interestingly it was his first visit to the center named after his brother, John. Joining the Senator were Caroline and her two kids. We all flew down on an Air Force plane, landed on the mile-long runway at Cape Canaveral, and spent two days being treated to exclusive tours of the facility, including an exhilarating ride up the tower at the launch pad and a walk across the catwalk to peer into the window of the Discovery; and an opportunity to sit in the cockpit of the Atlantis while it was in the hanger. Of course the high point was watching Glenn blast off into space.
The most memorable part of this trip for me, however, was spending time with Kennedy and his family. In fact, I spent more time with him than the other Senators, including my own boss, because Kennedy was the real celebrity of the group. The place was inundated with media (about 3,000 accredited journalists), and my two cell phones rang constantly as reporters and producers begged to have access to Kennedy. I apologized to each one, conveying the Senator would not be doing media interviews.
Then a Boston TV station called. Kennedy said yes. Only problem was that NASA would not allow the TV crew to come to the VIP section, where Kennedy and dozens of celebrities (Steve Tyler, Leonardo DiCaprio, Ted Williams, Jimmy Buffett) were milling about. So we had to secretly bus him to a trailer in the midst of the press pool, where he gave the interview. Somehow, during the course of the interview, word got out that Kennedy was "on the island" and the media swamped the trailer, hoping to get a sound bite. I enjoyed the traditional blocking and tackling that press secretaries sometimes get to do - not often, but sometimes.
Much of my time with Kennedy was like this. Everyone wanted to be with him, hug him, shake his hand, or be photographed with him. On one tour of a NASA hanger, I saw workers standing well behind Kennedy as a co-worker took a photo from a distance. They must have been warned in advance not to ask for photos, so they made an unobtrusive attempt to capture the memory. At one point at a Cocoa Beach restaurant, a group of women in their 60's screamed like girls at a Beatles concert as he 'worked' the crowd.
Kennedy treated me well, like I had been on his staff for years. He was warm, trusting, funny. Recently I was with another long-time Republican Senator as he gave an interview to the New York Times. This Senator was remarking on the U.S. Senate of 20 and 30 years ago, when party mattered less than it did today, and Senators looked out for one another in a way that would be derided in the current era. My guess was the New York Times reporter was preparing a story about Kennedy’s service, anticipating his passing.
That was certainly the Kennedy I encountered during that special trip. Today I have a letter from the Senator and a gift - a pen from the JFK White House - that he sent in gratitude. It’s a moving reminder of a trip of a lifetime, and the kind of person Kennedy was.
