Years ago, one evening I met Kathleen, daughter of Bobby Kennedy, when she was a student at harvard. We were both in front of a house on Shephard Street in Cambridge where our mutual friend, Mary Robbins lived. We spoke briefly, expressing our disappointment that Mary wasn’t home at the time. I found Kathleen to be very nice, and charming. She did not tell me she was “a Kennedy”. I found that out later from Mary.