The Houston Chronicle occasionally runs a front page of the current date from years ago.

This one made me bang my head against my keyboard.  I’m gonna share it with you in a size that will fit here and you can see the headlines, but I’ll upload it full size for those of you who need it.

Here ya go, March 1971 in Houston  —

Now, don’t get hung up on the banner headline, go on down to see “New Get-Out-the-War Move …” or “Poor Children’s Growth …” (See New York Times a month ago) and “High Court Split on Flag Defiling” and nope, I can’t take anymore.

For fifty damn years I have worked to change things and for 50 damn years about the best I did was getting 18 year olds the right to vote and elected a black president.

I kept thinking that the hateful people in the United States Senate like Strom Thurmond, James Boggs, John Tower, Barry Goldwater, and John Packwood (I know I’m forgetting some rats) would just up and die. Well, they finally did, only to be replaced by oh dear God, worse men.

I’m delivering postcards today to a group of retirees in my community to write on behalf of a bright, wonderful, energetic young man in a Democratic run-off for county commissioner.  He’s running against an old cog in the good-old-boy machine. I guess I’m just trying to improve my little corner of the world.

If you know anybody in my neighborhood, tell them to vote for Dexter McCoy.  It’s his turn to try. He’s got grit, spit, and fit.