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Silly me.
When I remember 1968 I think about:
Murder of RFK.
Murder of MLK.
Soviet tanks in the streets of Prague.
The Democratic Convention in Chicago. Riot cops swinging clubs and Gene McCarthy speaking in the park across the street.
The election of Richard Nixon. (I never thought we'd have a president so bad he'd make Tricky Dick look pretty good by comparison. But the GOP has pulled that off twice.)
The War in SEAsia and the loss of a dear friend, a navigator, when his plane went down in the South China Sea. Oh, and he's the one who came home and told me about the ilegal bombing in Laos and Cambodia. A secret I kept until 1972 because I swore I would.
There are days when I think I need to have my memory erased.
