The year was 1972. Nixon was president, the Vietnam war was raging, and the evening television news was all about student unrest. It seemed like rebelling against all manner of authority was in the air. Some did it through music and strange wardrobe choices. Others rebelled through drug use and the rejection of moral norms. My parents were quite strict, so I had lots of limits on expressing personal rebellion. Dad was a World War 2 vet. Rebellion against authority wasn’t something that went down smoothly in the Sims home. But, alas, I found a way to do it. I did it, primarily, by running my mouth.
