In the background, but hardly in the shadows, was Robert Sargent Shriver. A diamond intelligence, too bright to keep in the darkness. He was not Robert or Bob, he was Sarge, and for all the love in him, he knew that love was a tough word. Easy to say, tough to see it through. Love, yes, and peace, too, in no small measure; this was the ?60s but you wouldn?t know it just by looking at him. No long hair in the Shriver house, or rock ?n? roll. He and his beautiful bride, Eunice Kennedy Shriver, would go to Mass every day ? as much an act of rebellion against brutal modernity as it was an act of worship. Love, yes, but love as a brave act, a bold act, requiring toughness and sacrifice.
