I was born in October of 1968.
It was perhaps the most profound, tumultuous, significant and tragic single year in U.S. history. Most of the important events of that year happened before I arrived on the scene, but I still feel connected to them by the coincidental appearance of this date on my drivers license.
In Viet Nam, it was the year of the Mai Lai massacre and the Tet offensive. In Czechoslovakia it was the year of the Prague Spring and the Warsaw Pact invasion. In Mexico City it was the year of the Olympic Games and a black power salute.
In the U.S. it was the year of Civil Rights legislation. It was also the year that Bobby Kennedy was shot and killed.
And Martin Luther King Jr.