November 23, 1963. Most readers probably were in minus years, but I was a junior in college. I was in the office of the Oberlin College newspaper, the Oberlin Review. It was my senior year and I was Chairman of … Continue reading
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November 23, 1963. I was in the office of the Oberlin College newspaper, the Oberlin Review. It was my senior year and I was Chairman of the Republican Mock Convention. I went to summer school at NIU in order to … Continue reading
I was in the office of the Oberlin College newspaper, the Oberlin Review. It was my senior year and I was Chairman of the Republican Mock Convention. I went to summer school at NIU in order to be able to … Continue reading
One of these days I’m going to make it up to a Harvard Milk Days Parade. It’s always an enjoyable event. I had the best time in the late 1960’s when the McHenry County Young Republicans borrowed a baby (adolescent?) … Continue reading
When you are a senior in college taking a light load, you can end up doing some silly things. I was the Chairman of the Oberlin Mock Convention in 1964. Naturally, I wanted publicity for the only event bringing Republican … Continue reading
I was in the office of the Oberlin College newspaper, the Oberlin Review. It was my senior year and I was Chairman of the Republican Mock Convention. I went to summer school at NIU in order to be able to … Continue reading
I was in the office of the Oberlin College newspaper, the Oberlin Review. It was my senior year and I was Chairman of the Republican Mock Convention. I went to summer school at NIU in order to be able to … Continue reading
Or were you in minus years, as my 11 year old puts it? Here’s what I was doing: Yelling, “Stop the presses!” Haven’t you always wanted to do that? I actually did on this date in 1963. By now, most … Continue reading
The title used to be my wish fulfillment. When I was 14, my sister, about 12, asked our mother if she could have a puff of her cigarette. “Sure,” Mom said. I tried it, too, and started coughing. That was … Continue reading
The title used to be my wish fulfillment. When I was 14, my sister, about 12, asked our mother if she could have a puff of her cigarette. “Sure,” Mom said. I tried it, too, and started coughing. That was … Continue reading