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 must have left my luxury flat at 17th and Alabama by the time you moved in, Linda. Of course, this was a couple of years before you and Doug moved way uptown and became my next-door neighbors on College.
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.
Horrendous. I just have one question: what were the last couple of paragraphs?
All that for a Pentax!? Pretty impressive!😵💫
IT WAS an SLR...
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.
I must have left my luxury flat at 17th and Alabama by the time you moved in, Linda. Of course, this was a couple of years before you and Doug moved way uptown and became my next-door neighbors on College.
That was a great old duplex. That was when we had our St. Bernard, Toby
Bob, wow great story! If that were to happen today, I am sure you would be rethinking your decision to fight. Loved your photo 😊
There you have it, folks: the early makings of a great journalist! Bravo, Bob!
Thanks, Sis!
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…
Also, for the record, I wasn’t the one who shouted “Don’t cut him.” Sorry again.
You may recall, the full quote was, Don't cut him, shoot him!"
Ha!
Shit — that was you?! Sorry …
Crazy story
But crazy in a good way?
I mean it’s crazy in it could have been much worse and crazy that I never heard it before.
Retired Marine, but close enough. Nobody likes "ex".
except if it's a wife, Dave. Ex-wife is okay, but retired wife, not so much...
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.
Believe me, Janie, I prefer being alive...
You are an incredibly lucky person.
You don't know the half of it, Pat....
See, it's stories like this that remind me of why I joined the Marine Corps instead of becoming a reporter.
Right, and you are a former Marine, not an Ex-Marine. Or is it the other way around?