Where were you on Tuesday, April 13, 1971?
In six weeks I would get a degree in chemistry that I would never use, and an hour earlier I would get two butterbars pinned on my shoulder, making me a second lieutenant – an officer and a gentleman – in the Army Signal Corps. Then what? It was one of those moments when you peer ahead and don’t know what is going to happen.
Let’s cue the Rockumentary theme!
San Remo Golden Strings: “Festival Time”
They were a one-hit wonder, and I always thought the song was about smoking weed in a railroad station. It came in at #10 this week.
Awesome year, Sir! Rock it! :)
Thanks, Publius, for tonight’s ROCKUMENTARY: APRIL 13, 1971. Lots of video tunes for the troops to enjoy. ((HUGS))
I can hardly remember where I was last night! As if! ;-}
Thank you for your service Gentleman Prof & thank you for the Rockumentary! *Hugs*
I was on the western slope of Fiji Hill studying eighteenth-century German literature, Russian and psychology as well as playing in the band. In addition, I was arranging a visit by Charlie Smith, a conservative activist, to visit our institution. He did so for free, making his appearance on April 29. At night, I along with the cook at the faculty club, who was a secret conservative, and a few other activists from the surrounding community put up fliers announcing the event.
Ooh, were the lefties mad when Smith appeared and addressed the lunchtime crowd in the quadrangle. I couldn't hear the whole speech because I had to work in the library, but when I returned, he was arguing--or, as he put it, "rapping" with a bunch of lefties, many of whom were black. However, although we "showed the flag," I doubt if we changed any minds.
A few years later, a student named Barry Soetoro would come to Fiji Hill and find the intellectual climate quite there to his liking.
I have read that Charlie Smith is still around and that he has kept the faith.