Yeah, even if we colored outside the lines a little (who hasn’t?) and didn’t see eye to eye with ‘The Man’ all the time, we knew where that invisible demarcation was. We’d do things just to tweak people, but we weren’t out there looting, burning buildings, shooting randomly, and pulling down statues. These dropouts from society don’t even know what the hell they want, half of them, but they follow the herd because they have no direction in life.
Exactly. Every era has its problems, and maybe everyone has regrets, but overall, those days were a great time to be alive. I feel bad for my own college-age kids. How will today’s generation remember their younger days? Either rioting, looting, killing... or defending themselves from a mob... or just trying to avoid all the trouble.
Today’s generation has so much in common with the 60’s radicals. In comparison, we were the exact opposite.