I went to college in the 70s and it had changed really drastically just before I went. The Vietnam Peace Treaty had been signed in January 1973, and I didn't start College at the University of Wisconsin until September 1973. I had went to campus a few times as a high school student and participted a protest march or two, and thought they were kind of dumb. There was always some control freak college kid who was angry and in charge, the cops were getting paid double overtime, and sometimes we would get beatup or teargassed, personally I can run away real fast, and only

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