Earlier this week, Leon Emo wrote in his column about the Easter of 1967 and its signaling the beginning of the end of the good times for him in San Francisco. That was the Easter of my 12th year. I was in the sixth grade at James Monroe School and my teacher, Max Flaming, (pronounced Fleming) was an avid (rabid) Republican.
Ronald Reagan had just ascended to the governor’s mansion after years of rule by Edmund G. “Pat,” Brown. Brown’s son, Jerry, is now serving his second round as governor of our great state.
Earlier in the school year the teacher rooted for the Los Angeles Dodgers over the Baltimore Orioles in the World Series. Even though the Dodgers were the California team, I rooted for the Orioles just to be obstinate. Do teachers still broadcast their political views and affiliations to their students?
In 1967 I got the last Easter outfit my dad bought for me. Every year Mom and I would get new dresses, shoes, hats and gloves to wear to church on Easter Sunday. Mentally reviewing these outfits is fun. Picture frilly dresses in pastel colors, patent leather shoes, straw hats and little white gloves...