I was only 12 in ’68, mind ya, but, a few thoughts here:

- not every house had plastic-goop shaped furniture

- not everyone’s brother was burning their draft card

- not everyone’s dad was clamoring for RFK or some such other to wrest power from LBJ’s ignorant, greedy paws

- not everyone we knew over the age of 18 was wandering around in a purple haze

- some were actually looking forward to voting for Nixon or Humphrey.

So much for the power of TV.