Ah, old nw 7th. Is was main drag until I 95 came in. My own
Well, there is that being young thing. I could win a billion dollars today and it would not be the best day of my life — too old and crippled for it to be. Also, for guys my age it is because we are ignoring having our asses drafted and sent to the Nam to get they shot off. If we focused on that, well it would be a different picture. Or, maybe since we watch troops digging trenches on Haulover beach and a Nike missle base being built a block from my house during the missle crisis we could ***** about trauma for the rest of our lives as an excuse for everything.
I was born in 50’s but my youth was in 60’s, a time of hot war foreign and domestic. We lived our entire youth under the threat of nuclear destruction by a very real evil USSR. Some of us carried on and took the bad as price of living in American and being one. Some let it define thier existence. The generation before us had Great Depression and that whole WWII thing.
My best friend in HS got, a full ride at university of Pennsylvania, you know, the school President Trump went to, I got to go to MDJC. He was not a rich white dude, nope, he was poor, like me, black kid from Liberty City. I was white kid from Carol City. I was second in our class with 100 points on him on SAT, he was 8th. They called that “affirmative action” not discrimination. My “white privilege” later allowed me to pay my way though UM law by teaching Junior High math in same Liberty City while going to night school.
We both did well and remain friends. Any time politics come between us, and they always have, I remind him how his “black privilege” stole my ship and he owes me reparations. He shoots back with something about my family having owned several hundred slaves. Maybe we just had better senses of humor back in the “good old days”.
