One of the most intellectual, truly inspirational men who ever went into politics (which seems impossible now). After Bobby was assassinated (one of the low points of my life), I got politicized by McCarthy (one of the high points). I was years from being able to vote (13?), but I'll never forget going downtown and working at his campaign headquarters. I looked too 'hippie-ish' to be handing stuff out on the street, and they were trying to keep his image more mainstream.
Charlie and I went to see McCarthy speak, and we had his campaign song on a record: "If you love your country, and the things for which it stands, vote for Gene McCarthy and bring peace to this our land!"
What a crock.
The 1968 Democratic convention was one of the most bitter times in American politics, and it ruined me for years and years. I just didn't give a damn anymore (even though my well-to-do grandparents in Minnesota were crowing; they used to get a Christmas card from Humphrey every year).
Have I mentioned that I wouldn't give up even one year of my life and experiences, even if it erased every wrinkle from my face . . . and if you're a troll and looking at this entry and thinking how old I must be, you're absolutely, completely fucking wrong. And I feel sorry for you.