NOT FIT FOR A KING

Today the worrisome winds of 1968 are once again blowing cold over our nation ...

You had to be alive in 1968 to believe it even happened.

I was a sandy-haired lad growing up in a Northern New Jersey suburb at the time, comfortably tucked into a commuter neighborhood where the uneven sidewalks got all the traffic and led to the train stations, stores, schools and churches.

I attended Evergreen Elementary School, and lived on Cedar Bro…