Doug and I lived across the street from the art school in 1969. The neighborhood was definitely sketchy, but we were friends with a couple of black panthers who lived next door. At that time they were actively trying to clean up the area. It was an uphill battle.
I'm sure I speak for many when I say, thank God you survived. My life would not have been the same. And, no, I ain't sayin if it would have been better or worse, but I think you know the answer. And only you could make us smile through what could have been a gruesome account. Thanks for living to tell the tale.
Crazy story
Also, for the record, I wasn’t the one who shouted “Don’t cut him.” Sorry again.
See, it's stories like this that remind me of why I joined the Marine Corps instead of becoming a reporter.
There you have it, folks: the early makings of a great journalist! Bravo, Bob!
Shit — that was you?! Sorry …
Retired Marine, but close enough. Nobody likes "ex".
You are an incredibly lucky person.
I remember that event.
Glad you lived to write another day.
Doug and I lived across the street from the art school in 1969. The neighborhood was definitely sketchy, but we were friends with a couple of black panthers who lived next door. At that time they were actively trying to clean up the area. It was an uphill battle.
Bob, wow great story! If that were to happen today, I am sure you would be rethinking your decision to fight. Loved your photo 😊
Words fail me.
Wow, you were lucky. Could have been a very different outcome. Maybe one of your attackers is still around and just read this story…
I'm sure I speak for many when I say, thank God you survived. My life would not have been the same. And, no, I ain't sayin if it would have been better or worse, but I think you know the answer. And only you could make us smile through what could have been a gruesome account. Thanks for living to tell the tale.