Quit messing up the Chiefs fantasys with facts!!
As you were, sailor.
1968 was a very long year. It started in June of '67 with the Monterey Pop festival and ended in August of '69 with folks cleaning up after Woodstock. So both The Summer of Love and Woodstock are included.
Really, I’m not joking, much. The excitement in the air, both good and bad, were so overwhelming that I don’t remember either winter. There hasn’t been a time since that was so pregnant with possibilities. The whole world was going to change, and the whole world was going to watch us do it. Instead, cynicism took over. It makes me so happy when I hear kids talking about “saving the world,” but I don’t hear it so often anymore.
Yeah, I know there are plenty of people who lived through that time who will disagree with our goals and our means to meet them. And younger people who will be offended,
writing me off as another Boomer who looks down on them. My only defense is that you had to have been there. God, it was great!
Congrats on 1968, or in this case 2007.
You’ve been busy today!
You have a post count that just won’t quit.
Ah, yes, 1968. Brings back memories.
I had been married a year and was in West Berlin (as it was known then.)
And I started the beard I have today, a milestone for my face.
Yeah, I started the sideburns that finally came off last year, just in time for sideburns to come back in. My upper cheeks didn’t recognize the sun after thirty years.
Well, if you were an activist that year it wasn’t so good.
But when techchick looks it up it’ll blast every year around it to bits.
Martin Luther King, Jr., Bobby Kennedy, the Demo convention in Chicago.
It was one of those years of huge change that would mark a turning point. And it would rate magazine articles just like “1936” did.
We just didn’t realize it at the time.