tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827737455192107295.post4240540117477476792..comments2024-03-28T21:58:56.058-05:00Comments on By Other Means: Surviving the Crazy YearsOdysseushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16710666926746925370noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827737455192107295.post-25142866963776130552017-03-09T18:40:53.859-06:002017-03-09T18:40:53.859-06:00I believe you, that's what I'm afraid of.I believe you, that's what I'm afraid of.Odysseushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16710666926746925370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827737455192107295.post-87083744410398857412017-03-09T13:30:35.379-06:002017-03-09T13:30:35.379-06:00Lucky for me I have already done this once. I cons...Lucky for me I have already done this once. I consider my childhood in the '60's and my teen years in the 70's to have given me a head start on the kids of today.--Ray. P.S. My pop moved us to New Jersey in the early 60's to work at a GM plant. I WATCHED the 64-65-68 and 72 riots. I SAW the smoke from Camden and Philly and watched Harlem burn on TV. Every street had a kid come home from Viet Nam. Dead or messed up.(my mom sent us to live with my grand parents in KY after that) I saw the tanks roll out of Ft Dix to suppress the riots. Trust me. Crazy hasn't even started yet. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com