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1967.\u00a0 Anastasia Pydych, a docent friend, has done a movie on 1968 which has a relevance to her father that I can’t recall right now.\u00a0 A friend of hers, a writer for Rolling Stone, has a book underway about 1967.<\/p>\n
When told her I was a sophomore in college that year, she said, “Oh, that’s perfect.\u00a0 That would have been the perfect time.”\u00a0 It reminded me of a comment made by one of the interviewees for the Sierra Club policy position, “I wish it could be like in the 70’s, when people had passion.”<\/p>\n
We didn’t know it was historic, that year, we were living it.\u00a0 It was a confusing, wonderful, chaotic, astonishingly hopeful, colorful, drugfull, penetrating, unafraid time.\u00a0 Long ago, I don’t recall where now, I read that the 60’s happened because there was so many young adults than mature adults, that we, in effect, socialized ourselves.\u00a0 That still seems like the most cogent explanation I’ve heard for the extraordinary sense of freedom and possibility that swept through my corner of the world, central Indiana.\u00a0 As people passed through town, Muncie, and as some of us hitchiked around and saw other campuses in other states, we knew personally that it was not just us.\u00a0 A crazy, heady wind had begun to blow, and the times, as Dylan said, were obviously changin’.<\/p>\n
It was in ’67 when the draft became a big issue, right across the country.\u00a0 And, yes, there is an obvious class bias involved in draft deferments, since those of us in college could get one and those who weren’t couldn’t.\u00a0 Yes, again, there were many baby boomers, probably most, whose lives went on as they would have anyhow, taking a factory job, going into the military, learning a trade, trying out different jobs, getting married, settling down and raising kids.<\/p>\n
That wasn’t the way it felt at the time, however.\u00a0 In those years we believed, as I still believe, that US adventurism and a naive anti-Communism had caused us to insert ourselves in a civil war centuries old, a war in which we had no self-interest and chose our allies only because they identified themselves as the anti-communists.\u00a0\u00a0 Most of us men in college then, at least those of us on the left, saw the draft as a form of indentured servitude, only with a cruel twist, in this case the slaves had to die or kill.\u00a0 Not a great choice.\u00a0 Many of us, like me, were selective objectors, that is we opposed the Vietnam War as a stupid meat-grinder conceived in Washington and held in place by machismo gone wild, but we were not conscientious objectors, that is, we did not object to all wars.<\/p>\n
That sense of being at odds with the ultimate power of the land, the Federal Government, was a powerful glue.\u00a0 It stuck us together.\u00a0 We were more disparate than unitary in our objections to the draft, but we were at one in our objection to the war.<\/p>\n
This sense of overagainstness,\u00a0 a feeling bordering on outlaw, made us courageous and reckless.\u00a0 It made the days, the hours, we lived focus on experimentation, on analysis, on argument, on planning, yes, but also on relationships, parties, drugs and acid rock.\u00a0 If the man didn’t understand us, we’d understand ourselves.\u00a0 And boy we worked at it.<\/p>\n
If you’re going to San Francisco…\u00a0 I missed the Summer of Love and Woodstock, though I did make it to two hot years of the Cincinnati Jazz Festival.\u00a0 I wish I could get the words to say how it felt then.\u00a0 We felt free, even called, to challenge anything and everything:\u00a0 our parents, their values, college administrations and their ridiculous in loco parentis, the draft boards, day-to-day reality, sexual limits, congress, the President, the military.\u00a0 All of it, each day, every minute.\u00a0 The times were so intense, so charged, so electric.<\/p>\n
Well, here’s the thing.\u00a0 Kate has a colonoscopy in the morning and I have to drive her.\u00a0 I’m drawing Social Security and so is she.\u00a0 This next week is her last week of full time work.\u00a0 1967 is a long time ago is what I’m saying.\u00a0 But, boy am I glad I was part of it.\u00a0 It was quite a ride.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Winter\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waning Moon of the Winter Solstice 1967.\u00a0 Anastasia Pydych, a docent friend, has done a movie on 1968 which has a relevance to her father that I can’t recall right now.\u00a0 A friend of hers, a writer for Rolling Stone, has a book underway about 1967. When told her I was a sophomore in … Continue reading 1967<\/span>