The 60’s, Out of the Mouth of Babes. . .

Central New York History day is coming up this Saturday, and while I chose not to attend (volunteer vs. make money, guess which one I picked), I have been helping Scott get ready for it.  One of the categories is papers that young people write.  This one paper said something like this, ‘I read a book about 1968, and now I totally understand the 60’s.’

Okay.

Really?

I *lived* through it, albiet as a young child, and I still don’t get it.  Could someone please explain it to me?  Thank you very much.

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My older brother and me. This is scanned from a really lousy slide, but it expresses well how I feel about the 60’s, a very scary, strange and psychedelic decade.