This Date in History | Six Regulators Hanged

[donbosco]

Back in the Dry County Days the little gas station general store in ‘Eli Whitney’ was the closest legally bought beer on Sunday for us Chathamites.

 

[nycfan]

#OTD in 2020.

Had to be 2021? The whole thing was canceled the night of the UNC loss to Syracuse in 2020 …

 

[grimes70]

Et tu?

In 44 bce Roman dictator Julius Caesar was launching a series of political and social reforms when he was assassinated this day, the Ides of March, by a group of nobles, among whom were Cassius and Brutus.

The term Ides derives from the Latin word iduare (Latin: “to divide”), with the full moon serving as the division point in the middle of each month. In the ancient Roman calendar, months were divided according to the lunar cycle into three groups of days. The Ides corresponded with the rise of the full moon in the middle of the month, the Kalends corresponded with the new moon at the beginning of the month, and the Nones fell on the quarter moon phases in between. Depending on the length of the month, the Nones fell on the fifth or seventh day, the Ides on the 13th or 15th, and the Kalends on the first. The Romans honoured Jupiter, the sky god and chief deity of ancient Rome, when the full moon phase occurred (on the Ides) by holding feasts and sacrifices. Furthermore, since the new year originally began in March in the ancient calendar, the Ides of March marked the first full moon of the year, portending great significance. The Ides of March was also notable as a day for settling debts.

 

[donbosco]

This is an #OTD for March 13, 1971. I’m posting it here because I very much appreciate the folks who visit this thread.




There have been some crushing Down moments - that’s what happens when you truly care. The Highs can also be incredibly, well, high, too. “Sportsball” isn’t everyone’s ’cup of tea’ - as an academic of that I am acutely aware. Once after in the aftermath of a huge Carolina victory and the subsequent “Taking of Franklin Street” I was at a campus lecture. The subject has been long forgotten but an exchange that I overheard there will be with me forever. A “sportsball-hater,” strident and feeling confident in their stance commented with unmistakable disdain to a well-known faculty leftist’ “I can’t believe all the commotion in the streets after that ballgame the other night.” Expecting confirmation from the professor the young scholar looked expectantly, sneaking a sideways glance at me, also well-known as a “sportsball-lover.” To my eternal gratitude lefty Prof replied: “It was a great win. To see such joy and solidarity in people lifts my heart.”

This past ACC semifinal loss to Duke was a Giant Down in the Great Cycle of Joy and Solidarity. It’ll make the next Great High better. My first memory in that Ever-Lasting Roundabout came almost exactly 54 years ago - March 13, 1971 was the night that 6-3 South Carolina Gamecock Kevin Joyce went up against 6-10 Tar Heel Lee Dedmon in a jumpball with 3.5 seconds - Dedmon “missed it” and in a moment the exactness of which remains in dispute the enemy Tom Owens grabbed the tipped ball and scored a lay up - sending USC to the NCAA tournament and UNC home in defeat.

Despite averaging 12 points and 8 rebounds per game on a 26–6 (11–3 ACC) squad - one that took the championship of the consolation National Invitational Tournament - Dedmon has forever been remembered by all but the most understanding of The Faithful as the guy who lost the ACC Tournament to the hateful Gamecocks. And believe me, the enmity felt for South Carolina in those days in North Carolina arenas, dens, and taverns - even places of worship - eclipsed anything felt today between Blue, Red, or Black and Gold fanbases.

Dedmon’s Coach, Dean Smith, stood beside him as did his teammates - indeed, they pulled together and played their way to that NIT Crown - and I know at least one fan, albeit only 12 years old, who did forgive and forget, and remembers that season and that team for so much more. Steve Previs, George Karl, Bill Chamberlain, Dennis Wuycik, and Lee Dedmon. Evidence might be that there is nary a pause nor a hesitation as those names from 50 plus years past spill forth with ease. Indeed, Dave Chadwick, Donn Johnston, Kim Huband, Craig Corson, and Bill Chambers come to mind pretty easily as well. That crew of Tar Heels were my undisputed heroes in the rural, small-town, #DeepChatham County world. And so they remain as do all those young men who have donned the Sky Blue and sweated and bled for Carolina.

They’re my team every year through thick and thin. Ups and Downs, Highs and Lows. As for mistakes, a great philosopher once said…”recognize it, admit it, learn from it, forget it.”

 

[grimes70]

This is an #OTD for March 13, 1971. I’m posting it here because I very much appreciate the folks who visit this thread.




There have been some crushing Down moments - that’s what happens when you truly care. The Highs can also be incredibly, well, high, too. “Sportsball” isn’t everyone’s ’cup of tea’ - as an academic of that I am acutely aware. Once after in the aftermath of a huge Carolina victory and the subsequent “Taking of Franklin Street” I was at a campus lecture. The subject has been long forgotten but an exchange that I overheard there will be with me forever. A “sportsball-hater,” strident and feeling confident in their stance commented with unmistakable disdain to a well-known faculty leftist’ “I can’t believe all the commotion in the streets after that ballgame the other night.” Expecting confirmation from the professor the young scholar looked expectantly, sneaking a sideways glance at me, also well-known as a “sportsball-lover.” To my eternal gratitude lefty Prof replied: “It was a great win. To see such joy and solidarity in people lifts my heart.”

This past ACC semifinal loss to Duke was a Giant Down in the Great Cycle of Joy and Solidarity. It’ll make the next Great High better. My first memory in that Ever-Lasting Roundabout came almost exactly 54 years ago - March 13, 1971 was the night that 6-3 South Carolina Gamecock Kevin Joyce went up against 6-10 Tar Heel Lee Dedmon in a jumpball with 3.5 seconds - Dedmon “missed it” and in a moment the exactness of which remains in dispute the enemy Tom Owens grabbed the tipped ball and scored a lay up - sending USC to the NCAA tournament and UNC home in defeat.

Despite averaging 12 points and 8 rebounds per game on a 26–6 (11–3 ACC) squad - one that took the championship of the consolation National Invitational Tournament - Dedmon has forever been remembered by all but the most understanding of The Faithful as the guy who lost the ACC Tournament to the hateful Gamecocks. And believe me, the enmity felt for South Carolina in those days in North Carolina arenas, dens, and taverns - even places of worship - eclipsed anything felt today between Blue, Red, or Black and Gold fanbases.

Dedmon’s Coach, Dean Smith, stood beside him as did his teammates - indeed, they pulled together and played their way to that NIT Crown - and I know at least one fan, albeit only 12 years old, who did forgive and forget, and remembers that season and that team for so much more. Steve Previs, George Karl, Bill Chamberlain, Dennis Wuycik, and Lee Dedmon. Evidence might be that there is nary a pause nor a hesitation as those names from 50 plus years past spill forth with ease. Indeed, Dave Chadwick, Donn Johnston, Kim Huband, Craig Corson, and Bill Chambers come to mind pretty easily as well. That crew of Tar Heels were my undisputed heroes in the rural, small-town, #DeepChatham County world. And so they remain as do all those young men who have donned the Sky Blue and sweated and bled for Carolina.

They’re my team every year through thick and thin. Ups and Downs, Highs and Lows. As for mistakes, a great philosopher once said…”recognize it, admit it, learn from it, forget it.”

Dedmon's first cousin is one of my dorm mates with whom still get together and we text during games. Lee was a nice guy and became a school principal and superintendent in Charlotte for many years.

ETA sent that article to my friend. His response:

"I just saw Lee on Tuesday. It still bothers him. He brought it up."

And oops. Gastonia not Charlotte.

 

[donbosco]

Dedmon's first cousin is one of my dorm mates with whom still get together and we text during games. Lee was a nice guy and became a school principal and superintendent in Charlotte for many years.

ETA sent that article to my friend. His response:

"I just saw Lee on Tuesday. It still bothers him. He brought it up."

And oops. Gastonia not Charlotte.

I met Lee Dedmon in 1975 at Belmont Abbey Basketball Camp. A six-year gave him grief during a Q&A.

 

[donbosco]

When we lived in Greensboro and worked at #GuilfordCollege we all walked through the New Garden Friends Meeting House Cemetery nigh every day. There is a wide open space in the middle where there are no tombstones. It was a mini-meadow of sorts amidst the memorials. I always assumed (I know, a dangerous thing) that it was the site where soldiers, British and American, who died at The Battle of Guilford Courthouse and other related actions nearby (Battle of New Garden too) had been buried by the Quakers who tended to the wounded on both sides and ultimately buried the dead together irrespective of earthly allegiance.



I enjoyed that ‘burying grounds’ immensely, my daughter and I walked through it every morning to her Pre-Kindergarten time at ‘A Child’s Garden” and knew certain gravestones, saluting them daily. One particular monument, to a woman named Jayne Fentress Kemper Lamb was a "friend" of my daughter’s of sorts, and she spoke to her as we passed. Those were the days of princesses and Jayne clearly fit the bill.



Randall Jarrell is buried there as well and that suited me. Delilah had her princess and I had a poet. Hall of Fame catcher Rick Ferrell, and his All Star pitcher brother Wes also call New Garden their final stop on life’s circuit. Rick also played baseball and basketball at Guilford College.



The big story for today is that #OTD in 1781, quite close by to the graveyard I’ve mentioned, Continental troops (General Nathanael Greene) met British (General Lord Charles Cornwallis) at #GuilfordCourthouse. On that bloody day (March 15) Greene yielded the field (6% losses) but Cornwallis’ army was harmed far worse (27%). England soon abandoned the war in the South and Cornwallis moved north. He met Washington and the French fleet in Yorktown in September and in October he offered up his surrender and the Independence of the United States. The Battle of Guilford Courthouse—A Prelude to Yorktown.

 

[grimes70]

Loved by the French for some reason and by kids loving his shtick, his annual telethon raised a ton of money for St. Judes and muscular distrophy. Looking back some of his stufff is funny Supposedly a bit of an asshole.

Jerry Lewis (born Joseph Levitch;[a] March 16, 1926 – August 20, 2017) was an American comedian, actor, singer, filmmaker and humanitarian, famously nicknamed as "The King of Comedy". His career rose to prominence together with singer Dean Martin, billed as Martin and Lewis, in 1946. For ten years, the two did a series of sixteen buddy-comedy films, along with their televised run on The Colgate Comedy Hour, live stage performances, guest spots on other shows and a radio series.

 

[donbosco]

‪#OTD (3/16) in The 1780s Quork, a sailor from Ocracoke set out despite warnings about bad weather. He never returned. Thus, today has been remembered as Old Quork’s Day on the #OBX. Is this still celebrated? Anyone?

Sailors Beware on Old Quork’s Day ‬

 

[grimes70]

I'm no scientist but this was a game changer in the way humanity has learned the way the world works theoretically at least.

1905 Albert Einstein finishes his scientific paper detailing his quantum theory of light, a foundation of modern physics

Quantum mechanics is a fundamental theory that describes the behavior of nature at and below the scale of atoms. It is the foundation of all quantum physics, which includes quantum chemistry, quantum field theory, quantum technology, and quantum information science.

Quantum mechanics can describe many systems that classical physics cannot. Classical physics can describe many aspects of nature at an ordinary (macroscopic and (optical) microscopic) scale, but is not sufficient for describing them at very small submicroscopic (atomic and subatomic) scales. Most theories in classical physics can be derived from quantum mechanics as an approximation, valid at large (macroscopic/microscopic) scale.[3]

 

[donbosco]

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[donbosco]

Basketball was always my love. I practiced-practiced-practiced, wished (to no avail) greater stature upon myself, & even slept with a ball tucked under my arm. So growing up in NC was a hoop blessing. I poured over the box scores in the ‘Greensboro Daily News’ every morning with deep concentration and followed the HBCUs as closely as any-Coach Clarence ‘Bighouse’ Gaines was remarkable but I also remember Coach Cal Irvin’s successes at NCA&T (James Sparrow is memorable in particular). #OTD in 1967 Winston-Salem State University became the 1st HBCU NCAA Champ (Div 2)-Coached by Clarence ‘Bighouse’ Gaines & led by Earl Monroe, the Rams defeated SW Missouri St 77-74 to cap a 30-1 season. HOFer Gaines won 828 games in 46 yrs coaching & Earl ‘The Pearl’ Monroe starred with the NBA Baltimore Bullets & New York Knicks.

Glory Days at Winston-Salem State University, 1967

On March 17, 1967, the Winston-Salem State University Rams bested the Southwest Missouri State University Bears 77-74 at the NCAA Division II national men’s basketball championship game in Evansville, Indiana.In so doing, WSSU became the first historically black college in the nation to win a...

www.dncr.nc.gov

 

[grimes70]

In the early morning hours of March 18, 1990, 13 works of art were stolen from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston. Security guards admitted two men posing as policemen responding to a disturbance call, and the thieves bound the guards and looted the museum over the next hour. The case is unsolved; no arrests have been made, and no works have been recovered. The stolen works have been valued at hundreds of millions of dollars by the FBI and art dealers. The museum offers a $10 million reward for information leading to the art's recovery, the largest bounty ever offered by a private institution.


The stolen works were originally procured by art collector Isabella Stewart Gardner (1840–1924) and were intended for permanent display at the museum with the rest of her collection. Among them was The Concert, one of only 34 known paintings by Johannes Vermeer and thought to be the most valuable unrecovered painting in the world. Also missing is The Storm on the Sea of Galilee, Rembrandt's only seascape. Other paintings and sketches by Rembrandt, Edgar Degas, Édouard Manet and Govert Flinck were stolen, along with a relatively valueless eagle finial and Chinese gu. Experts were puzzled by the choice of artwork, as more valuable works were left untouched. As the collection and its layout are intended to be permanent, empty frames remain hanging both in homage to the missing works and as placeholders for their return.

The FBI believes that the robbery was planned by a criminal organization. The case lacks strong physical evidence, and the FBI has largely depended on interrogations, undercover informants and sting operations to collect information. It has focused primarily on the Boston Mafia, which was in the midst of an internal gang war during the period. One theory holds that gangster Bobby Donati organized the heist to negotiate for his caporegime's release from prison; Donati was murdered one year after the robbery. Other accounts suggest that the paintings were stolen by a gang in Boston's Dorchester neighborhood, although these suspects deny involvement despite the fact that a sting operation resulted in several prison sentences. All have denied any knowledge or have provided leads that proved fruitless, despite the offer of reward money and reduced or canceled prison sentences if they had disclosed information leading to recovery of the artworks.

 

[donbosco]

This one develops slowly but the #OTD comes eventually...


1/: From WXYC to ‘The Pit’ to podiums, stages, and channels, thousands of scholars, activists, artists, and agitators, Chapel Hill has long provided a space where the voices of the Edgy can be heard. I admit that I was not prepared for ‘The Pit’ when I arrived in Chapel Hill in late August, 1976. I had only just returned from a long summer sojourn in England where I had made my first international memories. With the home of cousin Earl Beal (and wife Donna) as my headquarters (RAF Woodbridge - USAF base) I fanned out with trips to London and other stops in East Anglia. I hitch-hiked some, ran in the Queen’s Forest, drank my first legal beer in an Orford Pub, and heard my first Punk Rock.

Hyde Park, with its stump-speakers was a stop but frankly I don’t remember anything particularly outlandish there. Carnaby Street did impress me though for the Mod fashion. I listened to Radio Caroline in the late night and it seemed the world was expanding around me. I took the train, got lost, and thought about never going home.


But excitement over my coming matriculation at Carolina underlay everything that I did that summer. I’d wanted that for quite some time - I can’t really recollect having any other post-Chatham Central High School goal. Dean Smith got me on The Front Porch, UNC-TV and the Legacy of Frank Porter Graham kept me there. Of course in those days my path was set - Major in Political Science and then Law School - that was Deddy’s Dream. Naturally I went OFF Course almost immediately though I hardly even realized it at first.


Chapel Hill in 1976 still bore a sense of Hippiedom but it was also a place in transition. The Vietnam War was over and no draft loomed, and thus death and and killing was just a Big Brother Memory for those of us arriving. Fashion ranged from beards and flannel to platforms and disco miniskirts. Dreadlocks and Mohawks were a bit over the horizon yet. Bongs and Blue Cups were offered up for all in George’s Cheap Joint and He’s Not Here. Phil Ford united us all.


The antics of The Bluegrass Experience graced The Cat’s Cradle on Thursdays while Mayo’s Bacchae was the scene for downtown dance. East Coast Beach records dominated the juke box at Kirkpatrick’s on Rosemary. You could still plunk down coins and hear The Kingston Trio and The Beatles (Helter Skelter was a favorite) in The Shack. Music was a wild bricolage ranging from Grateful Dead, Bob Marley, remnants of album rock, and all the great treasures that Dennis Gavin was introducing us to from the bins of his record shop, The Fair Exchange, just off Franklin on Henderson Street. I even bought a cassette of I.W.W. Songs from Bob Sheldon in Internationalist Books that made me a Utah Phillips fan for life. Dennis and Bob were next door neighbors in those days. Those two small side-by-side shops provided a boy from the outlands very needed instruction and materiel appropriately supplemental to campus offerings.


In keeping with the out-of-classroom learning it was #OTD (March 18) in 1977 that student radio WXYC debuted. So many friends, my wife Leah included, spun tunes over the air and the internet (the station was the First to do that - look it up). The original transmitter was on a South Campus Water Tower - Today the signal emanates from nearby #ChathamCounty ( though not #Deep ).


In those early days, it was ‘The Pit’ where the Great Melding and Smelting took place for me. Preachers and prophets shouted out the error of our ways and protesters and philosophers offered us righteous paths to enlightenment. Or do I have that backwards? It was exactly how it should have, could have, been in that brief post-war, post-Nixon, pre-Reagan, pre-pre-polarized moment.


Looking back those almost four decades it seems like those ‘second-half of the Seventies’ years were a respite, especially since, also looking back, we have been in an ever deepening soul-struggle ever since.

 

[grimes70]

This one develops slowly but the #OTD comes eventually...


1/: From WXYC to ‘The Pit’ to podiums, stages, and channels, thousands of scholars, activists, artists, and agitators, Chapel Hill has long provided a space where the voices of the Edgy can be heard. I admit that I was not prepared for ‘The Pit’ when I arrived in Chapel Hill in late August, 1976. I had only just returned from a long summer sojourn in England where I had made my first international memories. With the home of cousin Earl Beal (and wife Donna) as my headquarters (RAF Woodbridge - USAF base) I fanned out with trips to London and other stops in East Anglia. I hitch-hiked some, ran in the Queen’s Forest, drank my first legal beer in an Orford Pub, and heard my first Punk Rock.

Hyde Park, with its stump-speakers was a stop but frankly I don’t remember anything particularly outlandish there. Carnaby Street did impress me though for the Mod fashion. I listened to Radio Caroline in the late night and it seemed the world was expanding around me. I took the train, got lost, and thought about never going home.


But excitement over my coming matriculation at Carolina underlay everything that I did that summer. I’d wanted that for quite some time - I can’t really recollect having any other post-Chatham Central High School goal. Dean Smith got me on The Front Porch, UNC-TV and the Legacy of Frank Porter Graham kept me there. Of course in those days my path was set - Major in Political Science and then Law School - that was Deddy’s Dream. Naturally I went OFF Course almost immediately though I hardly even realized it at first.


Chapel Hill in 1976 still bore a sense of Hippiedom but it was also a place in transition. The Vietnam War was over and no draft loomed, and thus death and and killing was just a Big Brother Memory for those of us arriving. Fashion ranged from beards and flannel to platforms and disco miniskirts. Dreadlocks and Mohawks were a bit over the horizon yet. Bongs and Blue Cups were offered up for all in George’s Cheap Joint and He’s Not Here. Phil Ford united us all.


The antics of The Bluegrass Experience graced The Cat’s Cradle on Thursdays while Mayo’s Bacchae was the scene for downtown dance. East Coast Beach records dominated the juke box at Kirkpatrick’s on Rosemary. You could still plunk down coins and hear The Kingston Trio and The Beatles (Helter Skelter was a favorite) in The Shack. Music was a wild bricolage ranging from Grateful Dead, Bob Marley, remnants of album rock, and all the great treasures that Dennis Gavin was introducing us to from the bins of his record shop, The Fair Exchange, just off Franklin on Henderson Street. I even bought a cassette of I.W.W. Songs from Bob Sheldon in Internationalist Books that made me a Utah Phillips fan for life. Dennis and Bob were next door neighbors in those days. Those two small side-by-side shops provided a boy from the outlands very needed instruction and materiel appropriately supplemental to campus offerings.


In keeping with the out-of-classroom learning it was #OTD (March 18) in 1977 that student radio WXYC debuted. So many friends, my wife Leah included, spun tunes over the air and the internet (the station was the First to do that - look it up). The original transmitter was on a South Campus Water Tower - Today the signal emanates from nearby #ChathamCounty ( though not #Deep ).


In those early days, it was ‘The Pit’ where the Great Melding and Smelting took place for me. Preachers and prophets shouted out the error of our ways and protesters and philosophers offered us righteous paths to enlightenment. Or do I have that backwards? It was exactly how it should have, could have, been in that brief post-war, post-Nixon, pre-Reagan, pre-pre-polarized moment.


Looking back those almost four decades it seems like those ‘second-half of the Seventies’ years were a respite, especially since, also looking back, we have been in an ever deepening soul-struggle ever since.

Would you know Chip W? Housemate. Did in 77/78.

 

[donbosco]

I knew one of the first WXYC D.J.s -- Lee Cunningham but that's the only one. By the time I was a senior though lots of my friends had taken shifts and it sort of continued that way until about 15-20 years ago when some of the long-timers like Bill Burton and Gayle and Blastoff Bob and Charo gave up their shifts.

WXYC

UNC-Chapel Hill's student-run, freeform radio station

wxyc.org

 

[Carolina Fever]

I did some commentary for football and basketball games on the campus station at App. I was convinced back then I was the next Woody Durham.

 

[donbosco]

Just in time.

 

[Zoo_View]

This one develops slowly but the #OTD comes eventually...


1/: From WXYC to ‘The Pit’ to podiums, stages, and channels, thousands of scholars, activists, artists, and agitators, Chapel Hill has long provided a space where the voices of the Edgy can be heard. I admit that I was not prepared for ‘The Pit’ when I arrived in Chapel Hill in late August, 1976. I had only just returned from a long summer sojourn in England where I had made my first international memories. With the home of cousin Earl Beal (and wife Donna) as my headquarters (RAF Woodbridge - USAF base) I fanned out with trips to London and other stops in East Anglia. I hitch-hiked some, ran in the Queen’s Forest, drank my first legal beer in an Orford Pub, and heard my first Punk Rock.

Hyde Park, with its stump-speakers was a stop but frankly I don’t remember anything particularly outlandish there. Carnaby Street did impress me though for the Mod fashion. I listened to Radio Caroline in the late night and it seemed the world was expanding around me. I took the train, got lost, and thought about never going home.


But excitement over my coming matriculation at Carolina underlay everything that I did that summer. I’d wanted that for quite some time - I can’t really recollect having any other post-Chatham Central High School goal. Dean Smith got me on The Front Porch, UNC-TV and the Legacy of Frank Porter Graham kept me there. Of course in those days my path was set - Major in Political Science and then Law School - that was Deddy’s Dream. Naturally I went OFF Course almost immediately though I hardly even realized it at first.


Chapel Hill in 1976 still bore a sense of Hippiedom but it was also a place in transition. The Vietnam War was over and no draft loomed, and thus death and and killing was just a Big Brother Memory for those of us arriving. Fashion ranged from beards and flannel to platforms and disco miniskirts. Dreadlocks and Mohawks were a bit over the horizon yet. Bongs and Blue Cups were offered up for all in George’s Cheap Joint and He’s Not Here. Phil Ford united us all.


The antics of The Bluegrass Experience graced The Cat’s Cradle on Thursdays while Mayo’s Bacchae was the scene for downtown dance. East Coast Beach records dominated the juke box at Kirkpatrick’s on Rosemary. You could still plunk down coins and hear The Kingston Trio and The Beatles (Helter Skelter was a favorite) in The Shack. Music was a wild bricolage ranging from Grateful Dead, Bob Marley, remnants of album rock, and all the great treasures that Dennis Gavin was introducing us to from the bins of his record shop, The Fair Exchange, just off Franklin on Henderson Street. I even bought a cassette of I.W.W. Songs from Bob Sheldon in Internationalist Books that made me a Utah Phillips fan for life. Dennis and Bob were next door neighbors in those days. Those two small side-by-side shops provided a boy from the outlands very needed instruction and materiel appropriately supplemental to campus offerings.


In keeping with the out-of-classroom learning it was #OTD (March 18) in 1977 that student radio WXYC debuted. So many friends, my wife Leah included, spun tunes over the air and the internet (the station was the First to do that - look it up). The original transmitter was on a South Campus Water Tower - Today the signal emanates from nearby #ChathamCounty ( though not #Deep ).


In those early days, it was ‘The Pit’ where the Great Melding and Smelting took place for me. Preachers and prophets shouted out the error of our ways and protesters and philosophers offered us righteous paths to enlightenment. Or do I have that backwards? It was exactly how it should have, could have, been in that brief post-war, post-Nixon, pre-Reagan, pre-pre-polarized moment.


Looking back those almost four decades it seems like those ‘second-half of the Seventies’ years were a respite, especially since, also looking back, we have been in an ever deepening soul-struggle ever since.

South Campus water tower or that one behind the Newman Foundation off Cameron/Pittsboro?

I can’t remember how many times I climbed that thing.

 

[donbosco]

Sez South Campus. I climbed that Newman Center tower a couple of times myself. Foggy recollections though.