The last time the Democratic convention came to town, I was only12 years old - too young to camp in Grant Park, taunt "the pigs" ordie in Vietnam.
I watched from the safety of my suburban home, applauding theburning of incense, draft cards and bras, always confident that thisgeneration would bring us peace and love and brotherhood. They wouldfulfill a promise for a kinder, gentler world. Soon the doves wouldtake over, and everything would be better. They would save theplanet.
Where is the generation that promised to leave their children abetter world? The hippies, yippies, soul brothers and flowerchildren quietly abandoned the cause. The whole damn …
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