Word: carli
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...worst was to come after the game, Stuck in traffic. trying to exit from the parking lot. we noticed a group of quite drunken merry-makers of the 1948 clubbie vintage. One of them was marching around the lot sounding a rand-held air raid siren in car windows. Another passed from car to car with a rubber chicken in a pot. Suddenly one of the revelers ripped a peace sticker from my bumper and pasted it across my front windshield. A take-off on the jingoism of "love it or leave it," the sticker read "America-save...
...attempted to explain to the man who had torn the sticker that he was engaging in the exact form of tyranny that he allegedly opposed. When my date got a second sticker from the car to replace the torn one, a post-debutante told us that there was no freedom to express "obscenity." I remarked upon the fact that she was holding the rubber chicken, which was naked. She berated my date (a teacher in Ocean Hill Brownsville) as to how much more good she, the post debutante, was doing by volunteer teaching in a ghetto one night a week...
Still stuck in traffic, the denouement soon came. The girl who had remarked upon my glasses got out of a car and tore the second sticker off. As her car pulled alongside. a gray-haired man yelled "she was right and you better not try to do anything about it." Further dialogue ensued with this man. including a suggestion that I leave by helicopter and that five cars were going to follow me out of the parking...
Finally, the man got out of his car, broke my car window with his hands and tried to drag me out of the car. A man who announced that I had insulted his wife, the post-debutante, by my remark about the naked chicken, threw a full glass of Scotch in my face and said, "What do we have to do to make you get out and fight...
...date got the license number of the car and we tried to get the cop directing traffic to come, but he would not leave his post. We went to the West Haven police station to report the incident. The officers were very sympathetic ("I'm sure they didn't go to Yale; probably didn't even go to high school"). A teletype to Hartford revealed that the car was registered in the name of an auto-leasing agency, which was closed. We returned to New York with the knowledge that the perpetrators of this deed would probably never be caught...