Reply #28: A law school classmate of mine [View All]

[Tangerine LaBamba]

had been busted at his campus in Wisconsin for throwing a Molotov cocktail at an unoccupied building during a Vietnam protest. The idiot used a thick glass Coke bottle, so it didn't break, just rolled back at him, while he shrieked and ran right into the arms of the cops who had been tipped off to what he was doing. Then they all got the hell out of there and took cover while the damn thing blew up.

He did weekends in jail and was worried about getting his record expunged so that he could become a member of the bar.

I had hair down to my waist in the sixties. Life was beautiful. My closest friends are still the people I met in college back then. We have never grown up, are still the same politically, only we now look somewhat normal.

My grandfather taught me the values of Eugene V. Debs, Dreyfus, and Emil Zola, all the while making sure I never trusted authority and didn't believe anything until I saw it with my own eyes or heard it with my own ears. My parents were both union members, and I can still sing all of "Look For The Union Label."

We old hippies have gotta stick together, _Light.

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