Chance meeting with friendly Sargent Shriver
I remember seeing Sargent Shriver’s sense of humor fully on display after a chance meeting with him in a Senate office building when I was a teenager back in the summer of 1967 (“Sargent Shriver, a life-long public servant, dies,” News, Wednesday).
The occasion was a family vacation. As family members split up to pursue varying interests, the agreement was that I would meet my dad by the elevators at the appointed hour. L ike clockwork, Dad arrived at the elevators to find me amiably chatting with a stranger, a stranger to my dad, anyway.
Kennedy-family fan that I was, I was mortified when Dad said, “Stacy, time to go,” effectively ignoring Sargent Shriver. “Dad, don’t you know who this is?,” I wailed.
Without skipping a beat, Sarge grinned with amusement as Dad briefly pondered the question. As Dad came up empty, Shriver joked, “Yeah, Dad, don’t you know who I am?” Stacy Harris
Shriver: Died on Tuesday at 95.