I came to explore the wreck . . . I came to see the damage that was done . . . the wreck ans not the story of the wreck the thing itself and not the myth the downed face always staring toward the sun. . . -Adrienne Rich, "Driving into the Wreck"
THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO ALAN WILLIAMS, EDITOR, MENTOR AND DEAR, DEAR FRIEND.
Teddy Kennedy was riding a train the first time I met him.
As his care pulled away from the crowd at the station, I did not envy him either his past or the night and the years that lay ahead.