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The night Robert F. Kennedy Jr. was shot and killed, my father got into a very animated discussion with some fellow Quebecois in Los Angeles.

He was a attending a professional conference and was staying in the same hotel (although a dozen floors above) the kitchen where Kennedy was murdered by a lone assassin. He didn’t know anything until the next morning. But earlier in the evening he had been to dinner with some fellow professionals from Quebec.