The Good Old Days
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Category: Writing and Poetry

 june 11 1968 Chicago, Ill....

              I woke up with a headache as the last
dying echos of my dream faded away......being on the
beach in Santa cruz with my second family of long haired leaping gnomes dancing playing guitars flutes and singing. I immediately became aware of where I
was and bolted upright out of my early morning stupor.
West Elm St on the black side of Halstead Ave. I was here to set up the new SDS storefront for the Ann Arbor
based White Panther Party. I really didn't want to be here but I had promises to keep and an out of control
government to keep tabs on for the downtrodden and decieved proletariat I believed I was serving at the time.
The first visitors that morning were the neighborhood
gang leaders of the Blackstone Rangers, A scary bunch
of very large and very well armed young black men.
I invited them in and they all took their places for the
upcoming meeting of the morning ...serious business

TBC.............................................

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