Vintage footage from '68. When we all began discovering that Ozzie and Harriet and Ward and June et al were fantasy characters.
Hoots, did you attend Chicago circa '68? Or were you sitting at a Woolworth's counter instead?
We can change the world? v.c.
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In 1968 I was back in school for the last time, my last shot at an undergraduate degree, after my peers had a three-year head start.
As for the Chicago violence, you'll have to remember I was drafted as a conscientious objector and had (and still do) serious problems with violence. I did a term paper on the SDS in Atlanta at the time, just as the splinter Weather Underground was, in fact, going underground. When the Kent State killings happened eighteen months later I remember being in class as chanting student protests echoed in the halls.
Those were not good times but the Second Atlanta Pop Festival in Byron, GA was a great experience. That was over the JULY 4 weekend, 1970. (The first one, organized by Alex Cooley the year before, was prior to Woodstock, August 1969.)
I guess I was in the "Make Love not Revolution" crowd. I didn't make a very good fellow traveler.
Interesting, hootster. We shared the same philosophy.
I helped my friend sell ice cream and beer from his ice cream truck at one Pop Festival. He was always one to try and tap into the American Dream.
We bought the beer in a little town outside of Athens. Can't recall the name, but they had the lowest prices around.
Our grand scheme was to head to Texas and buy some Coors beer, allah Smokey and the Bandit-long be4 the movie debuted. Savvy entrepreneurs at the Pop Festival were getting $2.00 a bottle whereas our Schlitz and Old Milwaukee fetched a measly buck.
Alas, it was a pipe dream, and our plan never came to fruition. Lucky for us, I guess. We would probably still be serving hard time in Folsom City or Alcatraz.
We still made out like, er, bandits. And we imbibed more than a few of our products-ice cream, too-so we had a good time.
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