Reading the Daytona Beach Evening News: City Final. Price 10 cents.
Some interesting headlines:
Youthful and Elderly Protesters Join in ‘Gripes’ on
Nixon Policies
After Haggling Aplenty, Campsite Finally Slated to
Open Thursday
Askew Orders 15 Pct. Increase in Welfare
Argentine Leftists Stage Wild Jailbreak-Hijacking
Speaking of Hijacks…Airlines Find Subject Less Than
Amusing
Display ad placed by a consortium of local banks in bottom left corner has an illustration of a man reclining in an easy chair in front of a TV set. He is smoking a cigar and holding a highball. The text:
Pro
and college football, the World Series, coming up. This little guy has it made.
How about you? We’ll finance your color TV. Fact is, we’ll finance the
adjustable lounge chair. You finance the cool drink. Have a nice day – have a
colorful fall.
Dateline: August 16, 1972
It’s going to be hot and sticky with a high temp of 88
and humidity at 82. Ocean temp: 78.
Welcome to Daytona Beach 53 years ago.
The newspaper is yellowed but you can still see the
track marks on the margins from the printing press. It’s a big broadsheet, a
size you no longer see. Newspapers have downsized and disappeared.
I was 21 and hitching across America with my
girlfriend. We were in Utah or Colorado – I didn’t keep a journal then so I can’t
be sure. Wherever I was, I probably wasn’t reading the morning or evening
papers. I was reading “Travels with Charley” by John Steinbeck who wrote it to
reconnect with America. “I did not know my own country,” he wrote. I was aware that Republicans were
conventioneering in Miami and there were protests going on. I didn’t know that
Vietnam Veterans Against the War members were there and we would be hearing
more from them later. I didn’t know that a gonzo reporter named Hunter S.
Thompson was covering the fracas and would be famous for his “Fear and Loathing
on the Campaign Trail ’72.”
As were so many others, I was out there looking for
America. I found it too. It was wonderful and exciting. My favorite summer. I
had no clue who Ron Kovic was and what he was experiencing in his heart and on
the streets of Miami. I didn’t yet know the name of Scott Camil and the Gainesville
Eight were not yet named the Gainesville Eight. I thought I knew a lot but I
knew nothing but how much fun it was to be 21 and traveling with a beautiful
woman and free of the Selective Service Draft. We met and partied with other
young people on the road. It was glorious.
I did read part of this morning’s Daytona Beach
News-Journal. I skipped the headlines because I didn’t want to see them. Yes,
it’s Martin Luther King, Jr., Day, a day which I used to spend marching for Martin.
It also is another day that I am ignoring. I would rather read above the cute
Welse Corgi named Taco that Palm Coast police take along as a therapy dog. Nice
photo – one lovable dog. I did look at the weather. It’s going to be cold,
folks, surprisingly cold for Florida. I looked up at my big TV. It’s a nice
one, Roku HD4. I am not turning it on today. Not protesting in any park but I’ve
done that many times. We put on some fine Inauguration Day protests in 2017 and
2018. More than 1,000 people came to our Jan. 21, 2017, Wyoming Women’s March protest
in tiny Cheyenne, Wyoming. People I knew from Laramie and Casper and Fort
Collins were there. I made my famous almost-salt-free chili for the
post-protest feed. We plugged in so many crockpots at the Cheyenne Historic
Depot that the power went out. Despite the downer reason for the protest, a fine
time was had by all. Local TV and newspaper covered the event. Lots of photos
on our cellphone cameras. I will share one with you if I can find it in my photo
cache.
I’m returning to my newspaper. In 1972, Volusia County
had six A&P stores and now there are none. In 1972, I could buy a loaf of
white bread for 22 cents and a pound of coffee for 69 cents. A pack of frozen
waffles was 10 cents and a big box of Sugar Frosted Flakes sold for 55 cents
(Everyday Low Price!). No prices are listed for eggs but they were cheap, I
know that, maybe as cheap as they’re going to be starting today. I can’t wait.
P.S.: You might wonder why I was reading a 1972 newspaper. It was included in a packet of stuff sent to me by my sister who is downsizing and cleaning decades of storage from her house. She knows I’m a history buff who writes about arcane stuff.
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