July 6, 1968, Neenah-Menasha Daily Northwestern
What can you say about these young faces? In the summer of discontent that was 1968, these kids don't have a care in the world, their wide-eyed innocence evident to the camera lens. Meanwhile, the nightly news on their TV screens brings the darkest aspects of that fateful summer to America's living rooms. I was going on 12 that year. And while I was aware of what was happening- the assassinations, the war protests, violence in the streets, riots- that stuff was a million miles away in my mind for this kid growing up in Menasha. I had my comic books and my Stingray bike and I was content. In many ways, I was just an older version of these kids.
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