1968 was filled with blood and smoke and anger and hope. By summer, everything seemed to collide in Chicago during the Democratic Convention. We were torn between the war in Viet Nam, Civil Rights, and rogue politicians. There was just no end to the dismay that infected the entire country. Sound familiar?
Forgot to mention that Aretha Franklin sang the National Anthem at the Democratic Convention...to a less than enthusiastic crowd.
August 1968
