“This I Believe”
I believe that to say you grew up in the 60’s does not do justice to the feat. Growing from a child through the teens to a young adult during arguably one of the most tumultuous decades in America’s history without going insane or becoming a criminal or a doper is about more than growing up, which one will do anywhere during any time. It is about surviving, maintaining your sanity and becoming a normal person in spite of the craziness. Let’s see, there was Camelot and its destruction; demonstrations against the Vietnam War with students on campus marching or occupying buildings and Weathermen blowing up federal buildings; the nightly news with Dan Rather featuring the daily body bag count from Vietnam; Jane Fonda and Lyndon Johnson; conscripted young men fighting and dying in the Vietnam War that nobody could understand and draft dodgers saving their lives in Canada; hippies and communes; marijuana and LSD; the Beatles before and after drugs; the drug addled deaths of Janice Joplin and Jimmie Hendrix; the civil rights struggle in the south where peaceful protesters were met with southern rednecks using clubs, dogs, hoses, bullets and bombs and the violent burning of the ghettos in Newark and Detroit; Haight Ashbury; Charles Manson and Helter Skelter; the assassinations of Bobby and Martin; the Chicago 7; Woodstock and the summer of love; Neil Armstrong walking on the moon; the election of Richard Nixon who promised to win the peace in Vietnam with honor; and a lot of other unstable stuff. I am a very successful, stable and happy man in spite of it all, which either means I can take anything life dishes out or I just didn’t know all of it was abnormal. I didn’t just grow up in the 60’s – I survived them. This I believe.
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