I'm watching it as I write this. Last night's tribute at The John F. Kennedy Library had the feel of a toned-down Irish wake. It was beautifully done. The funeral (on this miserable day - feeling the remnants of tropical storm Danny) is at the Mission Church (pretty tough neighborhood but wonderful basilica) and it's filled with fifteen hundred invited guests. They are as diverse as was the Senator. Placido Domingo will sing. Jack Nicholson is there. So is Tony Bennett. Three former presidents are in in attendance; G.W. Bush, Clinton, and Carter. Gordon Brown's wife is there as the representative for her husband who's now in Afghanistan with the troops. The leaders of both Ireland and North Ireland are present. And of course the President and his wife are in the front row since Obama will be delivering the eulogy. It occurs to me that no matter what your political affiliation (my dad's was staunch Old Guard Republican) one cannot help but sense the widespread influence the last of the Kennedy men had on this world. I feel compelled to watch even the religious bits (Protestant though I am) since what's going on on that television right now is an indelible part of American History.