7/12/2023 0 Comments Whack the creeps racismIf you don’t remember this, I doubt it is possible to recreate the impact of watching the flames and the tanks roll through those cities. For 10 day in the middle of July, every night was spent in a Bronxville tavern glued to riots, first in Newark, then in Detroit. In 1967, I was 19 and spending the summer in New York, where the drinking age was 18. But I am recovering nicely and anticipate that I’ll be posting again on my usual semi-regular schedule starting in mid-August. I ran into some nasty health issues that made it impossible to post-and, in fact, put the entire blog on hiatus. NOTE: This was written in the first week of June, but I am just now posting.
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