60s Witness A 10 year-old boy crying at the funeral of his older brother, A warm summer afternoon, while my mother irons. I listen to a King speak and try to tell anyone who will listen that this is history-making, Fire hoses, snarling dogs, a Sheriff named Bull. College students are next. We're told to carry plastic bags filled with water in our your pockets when the governor comes to campus, this will help when the tear gas flies, CIA agents are rumored to be attending our classes, watch what you say, or not. At a party in 1969, all they played was Creedence...one after another. Today we marched inside a draft board, the clerks scared and outraged by our au...
Personal observations of one writer. Frequent references to pop culture, blues music and lifetime truths.