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The Vietnam war was in full swing, Woodstock had come and gone, and a new generation was being introduced to this crazy world. Jim Morrison had died a mysterious death in Paris just two weeks before I unwittingly joined Generation X. What had I done? There were hippies teaching my classes and my shirts were striped velour. Willie and Waylon did their best to keep disco at bay, while on television, the Dukes of Hazzard and Jim Rockford taught me an important lesson about life.
The lesson? Don’t trust cops.
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