tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post7288999255547169616..comments2024-03-26T08:18:06.895-04:00Comments on Moristotle & Co.: Third Monday with Bob BoldtUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-84418743377209629722018-08-25T20:23:06.758-04:002018-08-25T20:23:06.758-04:00great footage, did not know it was bob's... re...great footage, did not know it was bob's... remarkable stuff, indelible imagery of an extraordinary moment.....many thanks wmerle newgrainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08356748580792170493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-47486052624426849582015-08-30T11:52:57.027-04:002015-08-30T11:52:57.027-04:00Somehow I never got into any revolutionary spirit ...Somehow I never got into any revolutionary spirit either. I always seemed to be an observer, and not a close one. In 1968 and for years thereafter, I was immersed in employment at IBM, which sucked most of my energy. I'm not saying that that either justifies or excuses my "detachment," it's just the fact.Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-49031199994103235812015-08-30T11:50:03.168-04:002015-08-30T11:50:03.168-04:00Bob, thanks for sharing Terkel's account, and ...Bob, thanks for sharing Terkel's account, and forgive me for not saying so at the time of my first reading of it – almost two weeks ago.Moristotlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02211602374384087074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-51113866490781776422015-08-19T20:43:17.849-04:002015-08-19T20:43:17.849-04:00"I thought I’d go (to Lincoln Park) tonight j... "I thought I’d go (to Lincoln Park) tonight just to enjoy the evening air, you know, and, uh, there was a cross. Obviously, being near<br />a cross is very dangerous these days, and there were songs and there were young ministers and kids enjoying themselves. Lincoln Park, by the way, is a beautiful park, near the lake front and quite lovely and then came the voice over the speaker warning to us and then came our city’s finest and there they were, all lined up in battle helmets and there were just young people, unarmed, just looking at them really – a little furious – and the cops came along and then came the teargas. First time – never tasted it before – and so it came twice and, uh, but I guess the thing that moved me most, though, were the kids and young ministers. Kids putting Vaseline on your eyes and giving you blankets – some, really something,<br />you know – and young ministers giving advice and suddenly you realize, this is a double strain on our society - the Neanderthal man of the 20th Century and the possibility for enlightenment. And so I think the lines were really, the issue was joined, I think, tonight.<br />In my favorite park, Lincoln Park, Chicago, on this beautiful autumn evening."<br />That was Studs Terkel's take on the scene in Lincoln park. Not quite the way it happened, but then Studs was never known to let truth get in the way of a good story.<br />Bob Boldthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04436125539423052914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-39450864898487712312015-08-19T19:53:43.382-04:002015-08-19T19:53:43.382-04:00Better to play the fool, love, commit, and care th...Better to play the fool, love, commit, and care than never to love. IMHO<br />Bob Boldthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04436125539423052914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-76735601852398125542015-08-17T16:52:03.218-04:002015-08-17T16:52:03.218-04:00Bob I felt the same way after the convention. The ...Bob I felt the same way after the convention. The dream was dead----nobody gave a shit.Ednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-55469837367598021432015-08-17T16:12:35.944-04:002015-08-17T16:12:35.944-04:00Sad, powerful stuff. Well done. -mjhSad, powerful stuff. Well done. -mjhAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28676316.post-52263556200217596642015-08-17T13:58:33.099-04:002015-08-17T13:58:33.099-04:00Bitter times. I can still taste the hate. I was ...Bitter times. I can still taste the hate. I was saved the worst of your malaise only by never believing in the Revolution. I was sure from the beginning that the Nixons of the world would win. Even after the Great Satan resigned, I knew he would be replaced with another goon, and that Hippie would die when most of us turned to paying a mortgage and feeding children.Chucknoreply@blogger.com