False Starts: Mistakes & Missteps Growing Up In The 70s

I recently opened up my chest of childhood memories, faced a decade I had long since forgotten, and wrote these words:
“It was the hippest of times. It was the funkiest of times. It was the 1970s.”
And I grew up right there in the middle of it. I won talent shows. I went to camp. I fought the school bully for the honor of the girl I loved. I lost my father…
But having just turned 50, I decided the time had come to take an honest look at those years without the tinted lens of nostalgia, which a...