I was amazed to read Paul Ciotti's June 6 article in View, "Breaking His Silence" regarding Juan Romero, who tended to Robert F. Kennedy immediately after he was shot 20 years ago.
It really struck, as well as moved, me. The last several days as this sad anniversary has neared, I have often wondered what ever became of that young busboy, forever frozen in the memory of that photograph of the slain Kennedy.
I wondered why he had received no post-assassination publicity. Was he still alive? What had become of his life? Was he perhaps, shipped off to Vietnam? And why, after so many years if that young man was alive, had he faded into so much obscurity, without so much as a postscript noting his true, however unfortunate, place in history?
Your article answered these questions and made me feel so much empathy toward Juan Romero. Like him, I was 17 years old then, and earning $1.78 per hour as a grocery box boy. I had missed a chance to see Kennedy the day before he was shot as he motorcaded through Venice, because I was working. But as Romero stated, it was "the positive image he made you feel" that created the emptiness inside when Robert Kennedy was taken from us.