I was born in the mid 1950s in the great Midwest. That means I was a teenager during the late 1960s and early 1970s. Life in my small town provided a great childhood with many enduring memories of sleeping outside under the stars in the summer, and snowball fights among the neighborhood kids during the winter. At the time, I did not know how wonderful it really was. I lived during a time of revolution in ideologies, that were battling for supremacy in America. The Vietnam War was escalating, the Communist infiltration of American government had been clandestinely achieved (although most would not recognize it until a decade or more later), and cultural upheaval, which included the sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll tsunami that decimated a great number of young people, formed the psyches of scores of teens who, in turn, further led America astray through their activism in all spheres of influence, most especially on college campuses. The American establishment did not seem to take all of this seriously, deciding instead to continue on it path of geopolitical malfeasance and empire building.
Music and sports were my primary interests in those days. Long summer days were spent at the local ball diamonds from early morning ‘til late afternoon. One fond memory from those days was the year a received my own radio through which I could listen to music as often and as long as I wanted to. I gravitated not to the s ...
