1960-1969 Grades 4-12.
All good, very blessed.
A very good rural public school.
Played HS baseball and basketball.
Got an academic scholarship through my college boards.
Maybe not the best years of my life but certainly among the best.
Ended the decade on December 1, 1969 by getting a winning number in the draft lottery.
Sex, drugs and rock’n roll. Make love, not war. Turn on, tune in, drop out. Have you ever been experienced? Long-haired freaky people. Morals and decency went out the window. Loss of family values. Vatican II. Free “love”. We witnessed the corruption of the Greatest Generation right before our eyes. Our friend’s parents grew their hair long. Our adult school teachers grew their hair long. Hair-length determined whether you were on the Bus or off the Bus. Whether or not you were part of the counterculture. There were “spontaneous” happenings everywhere. Pot smoke was everywhere, indoors and out. Cops didn’t care. You could pass a joint to a cop. There was massive and total societal breakdown. The balance was upended. A big part was the explosion of the boomers in the population. We outnumbered all other age groups. That’s why the Stones can still tour. We called the shots.