I promised myself that I would try to remember every detail. But somehow the bits and pieces have all swirled together into one big memory and there's nothing I can do about it now. So, I'll try to report as best I can, but if you want a lot of specifics, you most likely will have to consult the video.
Rob, Claire, and I first heard about the Jack Kemp Foundation at Ruby's restaurant on end of the Malibu pier. Jimmy had just come from meeting with Pepperdine. He was on fire about the Kemp Forum.
The Kemp Forum didn't exist... yet. But it was pretty obvious to us that this was the new path and Jimmy was the one who was going to lead the way. He expressed gratitude for Pepperdine protecting and nurturing the Kemp papers and institute. But he was going a different direction - fast.
So, it was a great joy to be a witness to the Kemp Institute's transformation into the Jack Kemp Foundation. I don't think anyone knew what to expect. It's one thing to put on an event with the massive resources of Pepperdine behind and beside you. But for the Jack Kemp family and associates to put it on themselves was an awesome accomplishment.
What I especially loved about it was that it seemed both extraordinary and simple at the same time. The lack of pretension, the energy, the passion, the flowers (as put together by Jennifer and Judith), the spontaneous tributes, the overflowing hospitality, the love - all combined to make each and every one of us proud to be a part of an important movement that is definitely moving onward and upward.
One of the songs that was sung a-capella at the event by a young man from Howard University was an old spiritual called, "I Done Done." The refrain goes: "Lord, I done done. Lord, I done done. Lord I done done. I done done what you tol' me to do." I think we all were nodding our heads in agreement - Jack done done.
In closing, Jimmy re-told the story he told at Jack's service. He and Jack had gone to the golf course to hit some balls. Jimmy had a brand new 3-wood club, with which Jack took a swing, missing the ball entirely. Jack then broke off the club head, threw down the shaft, walked to the car without a word, and drove home. Jimmy was thirteen.
Jimmy then said that there's actually a little more to the story. He said that at the time it occurred to him that his dad had bought a bucket of balls, and he he wasn't going to waste his dad's investment. Alone, he hit ball after ball until the bucket was empty. Jimmy then told the audience that we're now in the same situation. Jack has gone. But he left us a big bucket of balls. There's work to be done. We need to tee up and start swinging.
Joanne joined the family on the stage and together we all sang "America." That's when the details of the day started swirling in my head. It was like a tidal wave of emotion, mission, empowerment, and love of country that swept over the room and filled each heart with the kinds of thoughts that would make Jack proud.
So to Jimmy, Jeff, Jennifer, Judith, Joanne, and all the rest who were a part of that wonderful day we say - you done done.








