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we listened to the first Sabbath album in the dark, I reccomend it.
Getting back to the OP...
I was 9 in 1968, and I have some pretty strong memories of the time...
My parents were politically active, in the anti-war and civil-rights movements. We had a giant McCarthy For President poster in our first floor window. Our next-door neighbors had George Wallace bumper stickers.
I remember seeing the TV on in the morning after Bobby Kennedy was killed--the TV was never on in the morning. After Dr. King was killed may be my earliest memory of my father cursing (at something other than the kids...) Then the city burned.
In the years that followed, there were more marches and demonstrations, and more demonstrators crashing at the house. My older brothers came of draft age, and things got tense.
Side note: Around 1986, I interviewed Eddie Adams, the photographer who shot the second photograph, of General Loan shooting the prisoner. At the time, he had never publicly discussed the circumstances surrounding the picture. For whatever reason, he told me the whole story.
Thanks.Great post Mysterion. Did you write an article on the interview? Is their a link where we could read it? If not can you tell us anything about it?
Dude, I was there!! Ok, just a similar memory. . . friend's mom was single and she had no parental control,"I know you guys are smoking weed down there!" "STF up mom - and shut the door!"I listened to my first Sabbath album in a room full a black light posters and smoke ... The Wizard man, The Wizard.
Dude, I was there!! Ok, just a similar memory. . . friend's mom was single and she had no parental control,"I know you guys are smoking weed down there!" "STF up mom - and shut the door!"
Yes, Mojo and the Mothership!! We need a thread on "things I started on fire as a kid".1983 was huge for me. I was 12 years old and living in the country outside Ann Arbor. Just going to school, riding my bike, setting things on fire, etc. then me and my best friend discovered a DJ called The Electrifying Mojo on a station out of Detroit late one night and we immediately plunged headlong into early hip-hop and breakdancing, alongside all the Zepplin and Van Halen.
I'm a borderline pyro.We thought we were going to cook hotdogs in the woods...probably burned down 40-50 acres. IT was an odd feeling driving with my mom and hearing her chirp on about, "it's a shame somebody burned that field down. I hope they catch them!"I got yelled at by a scary old man for throwing a match in a trashcan.
Cured me- I must have run half a mile.

We thought we were going to cook hotdogs in the woods...probably burned down 40-50 acres. IT was an odd feeling driving with my mom and hearing her chirp on about, "it's a shame somebody burned that field down. I hope they catch them!"![]()
10-11 year old boys decide they will go on an all day excursion to the "lake", which is actually a cesspool. We all steal whatever food we can from the pantry at our respective homes. We make a small clearing in the 3-4' tall weeds of the field, thinking that is a good place to cook the dogs. Wrong. Nice triangular tract about 1/4 mile on each side. Burned completely around a private Catholic School there but their mowed grass kept the fire away. I acquired a life-long appreciation for how fast a wildfire can spin out of control. I thank God nobody was hurt.How the blazes do you manage to burn down a ******* field??
Smoking? This early in the morning?Get it? "How the blazes...?" Get it? Darth is on fire, folks.
Omg! I just did it again!
I watched the Exorcist in a dark empty apartment and on mushrooms. I recommend that too.